OLIVIA. Really? I used to live at Sydney many years ago. Do you know Sydney at all? GEORGE (detesting Sydney). H'r'm! Perhaps I'd better mention that you are a friend of the Trevors? PIM. Thank you, thank you. (to OLIVIA) Indeed yes, I spent several months in Sydney. OLIVIA. How curious. I wonder if we have any friends in common there. GEORGE (hastily). Extremely unlikely, I should think. Sydney is a very big place. PIM. True, but the world is a very small place, Mr. Marden. I had a remarkable instance of that, coming over on the boat this last time. GEORGE. Ah! (Feeling that the conversation is now safe, he resumes his letter.) PIM. Yes. There was a man I used to employ in Sydney some years ago, a bad fellow, I'm afraid, Mrs. Marden, who had been in prison for some kind of fraudulent company-promoting and had taken to drink and--and so on. OLIVIA. Yes, yes, I understand. PIM. Drinking himself to death I should have said. I gave him at the most another year to live. Yet to my amazement the first person I saw as I stepped on board the boat that brought me to England last week was this fellow. There was no mistaking him. I spoke to him, in fact; we recognised each other. OLIVIA. Really? PIM. He was travelling steerage; we didn't meet again on board, and as it happened at Marseilles, this poor fellow--er--now what _was_ his name? A very unusual one. Began with a--a T, I think. OLIVIA (with suppressed feeling). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (She puts out a hand to GEORGE.) GEORGE (in an undertone). Nonsense, dear! PIM (triumphantly). I've got it! Telworthy! OLIVIA. Telworthy! GEORGE. Good God! PIM (a little surprised at the success of his story). An unusual name, is it not? Not a name you could forget when once you had heard it. OLIVIA (with feeling). No, it is not a name you could forget when once you had heard it. GEORGE (hastily coming over to PIM). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here's your letter, and if you're sure you won't stay to lunch-- PIM. I'm afraid not, thank you. You see, I-- GEORGE. The Trevors, yes. I'll just see you on your way--(to OLIVIA) Er--my dear-- OLIVIA (holding out her hand, but not looking at him). Good-bye, Mr. Pim. PIM. Good-bye, good-bye! GEORGE (leading the way through the windows). This way, this way. Quicker for you. PIM. Thank you, thank you. [GEORGE hurries MR. PIM out. (OLIVIA sits there and looks into the past. Now and then she shudders.) [GEORGE comes back. GEORGE. Good God! Telworthy! Is it possible? (Before OLIVIA can answer, LADY MARDEN is announced. They pull themselves together and greet her.) ACT II