OLIVIA (repeating it, oh, so tenderly). Or didn't--quite--marry. (She looks at him with all her heart in her eyes. She is giving him his last chance to say "Damn Telworthy; you're mine!" He struggles desperately with himself. . . . Will he?--will he? . . . But we shall never know, for at that moment ANNE comes in.) ANNE. Mr. Pim is here, sir. GEORGE (emerging from the struggle with an effort). Pim? Pim? Oh, ah, yes, of course. Mr. Pim. (Looking up) Where have you put him? OLIVIA. I want to see Mr. Pim, too, George. LADY MARDEN. Who on earth is Mr. Pim? OLIVIA. Show him in here, Anne. ANNE. Yes, madam. [She goes out. OLIVIA. It was Mr. Pim who told us about my husband. He came across with him in the boat, and recognised him as the Telworthy he knew in Australia. LADY MARDEN. Oh! Shall I be in the way? GEORGE. No, no. It doesn't matter, does it, Olivia? OLIVIA. Please stay. [ANNE enters followed by MR. PIM. ANNE. Mr. Pim. GEORGE (pulling himself together). Ah, Mr. Pim! Very good of you to have come. The fact is--er--(It is too much for him; he looks despairingly at OLIVIA.) OLIVIA. We're so sorry to trouble you, Mr. Pim. By the way, do you know Lady Marden? (MR. PIM and LADY MARDEN bow to each other.) Do come and sit down, won't you? (She makes room for him on the sofa next to her) The fact is, Mr. Pim, you gave us rather a surprise this morning, and before we had time to realise what it all meant, you had gone. MR. PIM. A surprise, Mrs. Marden? Dear me, not an unpleasant one, I hope? OLIVIA. Well, rather a--surprising one. GEORGE. Olivia, allow me a moment. Mr. Pim, you mentioned a man called Telworthy this morning. My wife used to--that is to say, I used to--that is, there are reasons-- OLIVIA. I think we had better be perfectly frank, George. LADY MARDEN. I am sixty-five years of age, Mr. Pim, and I can say that I've never had a moment's uneasiness by telling the truth. MR. PIM (after a desperate effort to keep up with the conversation). Oh! . . . I--er--I'm afraid I am rather at sea. Have I--er--left anything unsaid in presenting my credentials to you this morning? This Telworthy whom you mention--I seem to remember the name-- OLIVIA. Mr. Pim, you told us this morning of a man whom you had met on the boat, a man who had come down in the world, whom you had known in Sydney. A man called Telworthy. MR. PIM (relieved). Ah yes, yes, of course. I did say Telworthy, didn't I? Most curious coincidence, Lady Marden. Poor man, poor man! Let me see, it must have been ten years ago-- GEORGE. Just a moment, Mr. Pim. You're quite sure that his name was Telworthy? MR. PIM. Telworthy--Telworthy--didn't I say Telworthy? Yes, that was it--Telworthy. Poor fellow! OLIVIA. I'm going to be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Pim. I feel quite sure that I can trust you. This man Telworthy whom you met is my husband. MR. PIM. Your husband? (He looks in mild surprise at GEORGE.) But--er--