OLIVIA. Well, you'll want to--to apologize to him for living with his wife for so long. (GEORGE _looks up and round at her nonplussed_). And as I belong to him, he ought to be told where he can--call for me. GEORGE (_after a struggle and scratching his head_). You put it in a very peculiar way, but I see your point. (_With a shudder_.) Oh, the horrible publicity of it all! (_Turns away and leans on writing-table_.) OLIVIA (_going up to him and comforting him, placing her hands on his shoulders_). Poor George. Dear, don't think I don't sympathize with you. I understand so exactly what you are feeling. The publicity! It's terrible. GEORGE (_miserably and turning in his chair to her_). I want to do what's right. You believe that, don't you? OLIVIA. Of course I do. (_Taking her hands away_.) It's only that we don't quite agree as to what is right and what is wrong. GEORGE. It isn't a question of agreeing. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, all the world over. OLIVIA (_with a sad little smile_). But more particularly in Buckinghamshire, I think. GEORGE. If I only considered myself, I should say: "Let us pack this man Telworthy back to Australia. He would make no claim. He would accept money to go away and say nothing about it." If I consulted simply my own happiness, Olivia, that, is what I should say. But when I consult--er-- OLIVIA (_with great feeling_). Mine? GEORGE. My conscience---- OLIVIA (_disappointed_). Oh! GEORGE. Then I can't do it. (_Rises and is going up_ L.) It's wrong. OLIVIA (_making her first appeal_). Yes; but, George, don't you think I'm worth a little-- GEORGE (_turning round, seeing_ DINAH _coming_). H'sh! Dinah! (_Moves back to writing-table. Loudly for_ DINAH'S _benefit_.) Well, then I'll write to him and--Ah, Dinah, where's Aunt Julia? DINAH (_coming in from up_ L.). We've seen the pigs, and now she's discussing the Art of Landseer with Brian. (_Crossing in front of writing-table to_ OLIVIA.) I just came to ask-- OLIVIA. Dinah, dear, bring Aunt Julia here. And Brian too. We have things we want to talk about with you all. DINAH. Right-o! (_Moves back up_ L.) GEORGE (_outraged_). Olivia! DINAH (_turning on terrace_). What fun! (OLIVIA _goes to table_ L.C. _and picks up her work-box. Exit_ DINAH L.) GEORGE. Olivia, you don't seriously suggest that we should discuss these things with a child like Dinah and a young man like Strange, a mere acquaintance. OLIVIA. Dinah will have to know. I'm very fond of her, George. You can't send me away without telling Dinah. And Brian is my friend. (_Moving to cabinet, puts curtains and work-box on top of cabinet_.) You have your solicitor and your aunt and your conscience to consult--mayn't I even have Brian? GEORGE (_forgetting_). I should have thought that your _husband_-- OLIVIA (_coming down to_ L. _back end of settee_ L.). Yes, but we don't know where Jacko is. GEORGE. I was not referring to--er--Telworthy. OLIVIA. Well then?