GEORGE. I was not referring to--er--Telworthy. OLIVIA. Well then? GEORGE. Well, naturally I--you mustn't--Oh, this is horrible! (He comes back to his desk as the others come in.) OLIVIA (getting up). 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, near GEORGE. DINAH sits on the sofa with OLIVIA, and BRIAN half leans against the back of it. There is a hush of expectation. . . .) What is it? Money, I suppose. Nobody's safe nowadays. GEORGE (signalling for help). Olivia-- OLIVIA. 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! (Remorsefully to OLIVIA) 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. BRIAN (indignantly). I say-- OLIVIA (restraining him). H'sh! BRIAN (to OLIVIA). If this is a row, I'm on your side. LADY MARDEN. Well, George? GEORGE. I'm afraid it's true, Aunt Julia. 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. 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. GEORGE. I ought to tell you, Aunt Julia, that no blame attaches to Olivia over this. Of that I am perfectly satisfied. It's nobody's fault, except---- LADY MARDEN. Except Telworthy's. _He_ seems to have been rather careless. Well, what are you going to do about it? GEORGE. That's just it. It's a terrible situation. There's bound to be so much publicity. Not only all this, but--but Telworthy's past and--and everything. LADY MARDEN. I should have said that it was Telworthy's present which was the trouble. Had he a past as well? OLIVIA. He was a fraudulent company promoter. He went to prison a good deal. LADY MARDEN. George, you never told me this! GEORGE. I--er---- OLIVIA. I don't see _why_ he should want to talk about it. DINAH (indignantly). What's it got to do with Olivia, anyhow? It's not _her_ fault. LADY MARDEN (sarcastically). Oh no, I daresay it's mine. OLIVIA (to GEORGE). YOU wanted to ask Aunt Julia what was the right thing to do.