PIM. Your husband! (_He looks in mild surprise at_ GEORGE.) Your--er---- OLIVIA. My first husband. His death was announced six years ago. I had left him some years before that, but there seems no doubt from your story that he's still alive. His record--the country he comes from--above all, the very unusual name--Telworthy. PIM. Telworthy--yes--certainly a most peculiar name. I remember saying so. Your first husband? Dear me! Dear me! GEORGE. You understand, Mr. Pim, that all this is in absolute confidence. PIM (_turning to_ GEORGE). Of course, of course. OLIVIA (_pulling his arm, trying to attract his attention_). Well, since he is my husband, we naturally want to know something about him. Where is he now, for instance? PIM (_surprised and turning to_ OLIVIA). Where is he now? But surely I told you? I told you what happened at Marseilles? GEORGE. At Marseilles? PIM (_to_ GEORGE). Yes, yes, poor fellow, it was most unfortunate. (_To_ LADY MARDEN. OLIVIA _again pulls his arm, trying to attract his attention_.) You must understand, Lady Marden, that although I had met the poor fellow before in Australia, I was never in any way intimate---- GEORGE (_thumping the desk_). Where is he _now_, that's what we want to know? (MR. PIM _turns to him with a start_.) OLIVIA. Please, Mr. Pim! PIM (_to_ OLIVIA). Where is he now? But--but didn't I tell you of the curious fatality at Marseilles--poor fellow--the fish-bone? ALL. Fish-bone? PIM. Yes, yes, a herring, I understand. OLIVIA (_becoming hysterical_). Do you mean he's dead? PIM. Dead--of course he's dead. He's been dead---- OLIVIA (_laughing hysterically_). Oh, Mr. Pim, you--oh, what a husband to have--oh, I----(_But that is all she can say for the moment_.) LADY MARDEN. Pull yourself together, Olivia. (_To_ PIM.) So he really is dead this time? PIM. Oh, undoubtedly, undoubtedly. A fish-bone lodged in his throat. (LADY MARDEN _retreats to settee_ R. _again_.) GEORGE (_moving up_ C. _to_ L. _window, trying to realize it_). Dead! Dead! PIM (_rising and turning to_ OLIVIA, _alarmed at her hysteria_). Oh, but, Mrs. Marden! OLIVIA. I think you must excuse me, Mr. Pim. (_Crossing to_ C.) But a herring! There's something about a herring---- (GEORGE _comes quickly to her, very concerned_.) (PIM _is also very concerned_.) (_Turning to_ GEORGE.) Oh, George! (_Shaking her head in a weak state of laughter, turns to_ R. _and is about to hurry out of the room towards staircase_ R.) QUICK CURTAIN. ACT III SCENE.--_The same and furniture exactly as in_ ACT II. (MR. PIM _is below settee_ L. _standing in same position as at the end of_ ACT II. GEORGE MARDEN _is in centre of stage and_ LADY MARDEN _is at foot of staircase. Their altitude is the same as at the end of_ ACT II, _and all are concerned about_ OLIVIA'S _hysteria_.) GEORGE. Dead! Dead! PIM. Oh dear! Oh dear! I'm afraid I broke the news rather hastily. The double shock of losing one husband and being restored to another--