He was travelling steerage; we didn't meet again on board, and as
it happened at Marseilles, this poor fellow--er--now what _was_ his
name? A very unusual one. Began with a--a T, I think.
OLIVIA (with suppressed feeling). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (She puts out a
hand to GEORGE.)
GEORGE (in an undertone). Nonsense, dear!
PIM (triumphantly). I've got it! Telworthy!
OLIVIA. Telworthy!
GEORGE. Good God!
PIM (a little surprised at the success of his story). An unusual name,
is it not? Not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.
OLIVIA (with feeling). No, it is not a name you could forget when once
you had heard it.
GEORGE (hastily coming over to PIM). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most
remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here's your
letter, and if you're sure you won't stay to lunch--
PIM. I'm afraid not, thank you. You see, I--
GEORGE. The Trevors, yes. I'll just see you on your way--(to OLIVIA)
Er--my dear--
OLIVIA (holding out her hand, but not looking at him). Good-bye, Mr.
Pim.
PIM. Good-bye, good-bye!
GEORGE (leading the way through the windows). This way, this way.
Quicker for you.
PIM. Thank you, thank you.
[GEORGE hurries MR. PIM out.
(OLIVIA sits there and looks into the past.
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