GEORGE. Oh, of course--You--naturally I--Oh, this is horrible! (_Sits with his face in his hands at writing-table_.) (OLIVIA _is about to speak to him as_ LADY MARDEN _enters from up_ L. LADY MARDEN _looks at_ GEORGE, _then moves down to centre._ DINAH _follows and comes to_ L. _back end of settee._ BRIAN _follows_ DINAH _and comes to back of table_ L.C. OLIVIA _moves round to_ L. _end of settee_ L.) OLIVIA (_after a pause_). George and I have had some rather bad news, Aunt Julia. We wanted your advice. Where will you sit? LADY MARDEN. Thank you, Olivia. I can sit down by myself. (_She does so, on lower end of settee_ R., _moving cushion away_.) OLIVIA (_to_ DINAH). You sit there, my darling. (DINAH _sits in arm-chair down_ L. _and_ OLIVIA _on settee_ L. _There is a good pause_. ALL _are looking very uncomfortable_.) LADY MARDEN. Well, what is it? (_Another pause_. ALL _are still looking very uncomfortable_.) Money, I suppose; nobody's safe nowadays. (_There is another good pause_. GEORGE _looks up hopelessly at_ LADY MARDEN. BRIAN _moves up inquisitively towards_ GEORGE, _who turns and gradually raising his head catches sight of_ BRIAN _and gives him a severe look and_ BRIAN _retreats quickly to back of_ L.C. _table_.) GEORGE (_signalling for help_). Olivia---- OLIVIA (_after a pause_). We've just heard that my first husband is still alive. DINAH. Telworthy! BRIAN. Good Lord! LADY MARDEN. George! DINAH (_excitedly_). And only this morning I was saying that nothing ever happened in this house! (_Rising from arm-chair and sitting to_ L. _of_ OLIVIA _and remorsefully to her_.) Darling, I don't mean that. Darling one! LADY MARDEN. What does this mean, George? I leave you for ten minutes-- barely ten minutes--to go and look at the pigs, and when I come back you tell me that Olivia is a bigamist. (DINAH _jumps up and moves to_ L. _of settee_ L.) BRIAN (_indignantly advancing towards_ LADY MARDEN). I say---- OLIVIA (_restraining him_). H'sh! BRIAN (_to_ OLIVIA _and taking her hand across table_ L.C.). If this is a row, I'm on your side. LADY MARDEN. Well, George? GEORGE (_rising and coming down to_ LADY MARDEN). I'm afraid it's true, Aunt Julia. (_Taking stool from_ L.C. _to_ C., _sits on it_. DINAH _sits in arm-chair down_ L.) We heard the news just before lunch--just before you came. We've only this moment had an opportunity of talking about it, of wondering what to do. LADY MARDEN. What was his name----Tel--something---- OLIVIA. Jacob Telworthy. LADY MARDEN (_in amazement_). So he's alive still? GEORGE. Apparently. There seems to be no doubt about it. LADY MARDEN (_to_ OLIVIA). Didn't you _see_ him die? I should always want to _see_ my husband die before I married again. Not that I approve of second marriages, anyhow. I told you so at the time, George. OLIVIA. _And_ me, Aunt Julia. LADY MARDEN. Did I? Well, I generally say what I think.