When _Pippa_ "passed," singing songs like that and preoccupied with the splendid fact of her one day's holiday, she unconsciously brought about a change for the better in the heart or conscience of all who overheard her. It was not so with the passing of _Mr. Pim_. Prior to his intrusion, there had been nothing to disturb the well-ordered existence of _Geo. Marden, Esq., J.P.,_ and his wife (late Mrs. Tellworthy), except that they did not see eye to eye on the small question of his niece's early engagement to a young artist and on the still smaller question of futuristic curtains. Then came _Mr. Garraway Pim_, a doddering old gentleman, with a thin falsetto voice and a loosish memory, but otherwise harmless. He arrives with an introduction from Australia and casually lets fall a tale of a fellow-passenger with the unusual name of Tellworthy, from which--and other incidental evidence--_Mrs. Marden_ gathers that her first husband (an ex-convict) is still alive. Having dropped this thunderbolt he drifts off, leaving tragedy in his wake. End of Act I. _Marden_, highly conscientious, takes the orthodox view that his lawless marriage must be nullified. His wife, though horrified at the resurrection of her impossible first husband, permits herself to recognise the humorously ironic side of things. _Mr. Pim_, fortunately located in the immediate neighbourhood, is sent for that he may throw further light on the painful subject of Tellworthy's revival. He now reports--what he had vaguely imagined himself to have mentioned in the first instance--that Tellworthy had met his death at Marseilles through swallowing a herring-bone. The Second Act closes with a burst of jubilant hysterics on the part of _Mrs. Marden_. But the situation is only partially relieved. True, the old husband is dead all right, but the _Mardens'_ marriage is still bigamous; they have been living all this time in what would be regarded in the eyes of Heaven (and, still worse, the county of Bucks) as sin. However, a trifling formality at a registry-office can rectify this and nobody need be any the wiser. This at least is _Marden's_ attitude, always free from any suspicion of complexity. But his wife (if that is the word for her), being of a more subtle nature, determines to make profit out of the situation. She points out to him that she is at present the widow Tellworthy and that she must be wooed all over again, and can only be won on her own terms. These include a recognition of the niece's engagement (has not the young artist an equal right with _Marden_ to a speedy marriage with the woman of his choice?) and a concession to her taste in futuristic curtains. [Illustration: A DROPPER OF UNCONSIDERED TRIFLES. _Mr. Pim._ Mr. DION BOUCICAULT. _Mrs Marden._ Miss IRENE VANBRUGH.]