GEORGE (miserably). I want to do what's right, Olivia. You believe that?
OLIVIA. Of course I do. It's only that we don't quite agree as to what is right and what is wrong.
GEORGE. It isn't a question of agreeing. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, all the world over.
OLIVIA (with a sad little smile). But more particularly in Buckinghamshire, I think.
GEORGE. If I only considered myself, I should say: "Let us pack this man Telworthy back to Australia. He would make no claim. He would accept money to go away and say nothing about it." If I consulted simply my own happiness, Olivia, that is what I should say. But when I consult--er----
GEORGE. Then I can't do it. It's wrong. (He is at the window as he says this.)
OLIVIA (making her first and last appeal). George, aren't I worth a little----
GEORGE (turning round). H'sh! Dinah! (Loudly for DINAH'S benefit) Well, then I'll write to him and--Ah, Dinah, where's Aunt Julia?
DINAH (coming in). We've seen the pigs, and now she's discussing the Art of Landseer with Brian. I just came to ask----
OLIVIA. Dinah, dear, bring Aunt Julia here. And Brian too. We have things we want to talk about with you all.
GEORGE. Olivia, you don't seriously suggest that we should discuss these things with a child like Dinah and a young man like Strange, a mere acquaintance.
OLIVIA. Dinah will have to know. I'm very fond of her, George. You can't send me away without telling Dinah. And Brian is my friend. You have your solicitor and your aunt and your conscience to consult--mayn't I even have Brian?
GEORGE (forgetting). I should have thought that your _husband_----
OLIVIA. Yes, but we don't know where Jacko is.
GEORGE. I was not referring to--er--Telworthy.
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.
OLIVIA. We've just heard that my first husband is still alive.