OLIVIA. I see. (She looks at him curiously) Thank you for making it so clear, George.
GEORGE. Of course, whether or not you go back to--er--Telworthy is another matter altogether. That would naturally be for you to decide.
OLIVIA (cheerfully). For me and Jacko to decide.
OLIVIA. I used to call my first husband--I mean my only husband--Jacko. I didn't like the name of Jacob, and Jacko seemed to suit him somehow. . . . He had very long arms. Dear Jacko.
GEORGE (annoyed). You don't seem to realise that this is not a joke, Olivia.
OLIVIA (a trifle hysterically). It may not be a joke, but it _is_ funny, isn't it?
GEORGE. I must say I don't see anything funny in a tragedy that has wrecked two lives.
OLIVIA. Two? Oh, but Jacko's life isn't wrecked. It has just been miraculously restored to him. And a wife, too. There's nothing tragic for Jacko in it.
GEORGE (stiffly). I was referring to _our_ two lives--yours and mine.
OLIVIA. Yours, George? Your life isn't wrecked. The Court will absolve you of all blame; your friends will sympathise with you, and tell you that I was a designing woman who deliberately took you in; your Aunt Julia----
GEORGE (overwrought). Stop it! What do you mean? Have you no heart? Do you think I _want_ to lose you, Olivia? Do you think I _want_ my home broken up like this? Haven't you been happy with me these last five years?
GEORGE. Well then, how can you talk like that?
OLIVIA (pathetically). But you want to send me away.
GEORGE. There you go again. I don't _want_ to. I have hardly had time to realise just what it will mean to me when you go. The fact is I simply daren't realise it. I daren't think about it.
OLIVIA (earnestly). Try thinking about it, George.
GEORGE. And you talk as if I _wanted_ to send you away!
GEORGE. You don't seem to understand that I'm not _sending_ you away. You simply aren't mine to keep.
OLIVIA (gently). If I belong to anybody but myself, I think I belong to you.
GEORGE. Not in the eyes of the Law. Not in the eyes of the Church. Not even in the eyes of--er----
GEORGE (annoyed). I was about to say "Heaven."
GEORGE. That this should happen to _us_! (He gets up and walks about the room, wondering when he will wake up from this impossible dream, OLIVIA works in silence. Then she stands up and shakes out her curtains.)