OLIVIA (looking at them). I do hope Jacko will like these.
GEORGE. What! You---- (Going up to her) Olivia, Olivia, have you no heart?
OLIVIA. Ought you to talk like that to another man's wife?
GEORGE. Confound it, is this just a joke to you?
OLIVIA. You must forgive me, George; I am a little over-excited--at the thought of returning to Jacob, I suppose.
OLIVIA. One wants to do what is right. In the eyes of--er--Heaven.
GEORGE. Seeing what sort of man he is, I have no doubt that you could get a separation, supposing that he didn't--er--divorce you. I don't know _what_ is best. I must consult my solicitor. The whole position has been sprung on us, and--(miserably) I don't know, I don't know. I can't take it all in.
OLIVIA. Wouldn't you like to consult your Aunt Julia too? She could tell you what the County--I mean what Heaven really thought about it.
GEORGE. Yes, yes. Aunt Julia has plenty of common sense. You're quite right, Olivia. This isn't a thing we can keep from the family.
OLIVIA. Do I still call her _Aunt_ Julia?
GEORGE (looking up from his pacings). What? What? (ANNE comes in.) Well, what is it?
ANNE. Mr. Pim says he will come down at once, sir.
OLIVIA. Not even for me? When a woman suddenly hears that her long-lost husband is restored to her, don't you think she wants to ask questions? Where is he living, and how is he looking, and----
GEORGE (coldly). Of course, if you are interested in these things--
OLIVIA. How can I help being? Don't be so silly, George. We _must_ know what Jacko--
GEORGE (annoyed). I wish you wouldn't call him by that ridiculous name.
GEORGE (wincing). Yes, well--your husband?
OLIVIA. Well, we must know his plans--where we can communicate with him, and so on.
GEORGE. I have no wish to communicate with him.
OLIVIA. Well, you'll want to--to apologise to him for living with his wife for so long. And as I belong to him, he ought to be told where he can--call for me.
GEORGE (after a struggle). You put it in a very peculiar way, but I see your-point. (With a shudder) Oh, the horrible publicity of it all!
OLIVIA (going up to him and comforting him). Poor George. Dear, don't think I don't sympathise with you. I understand so exactly what you are feeling. The publicity! It's terrible.