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GEORGE (looking up and seeing them). Really, Olivia, we've got
something more important, more vital to us than curtains, to discuss,
now that we _are_ alone at last.
OLIVIA. I wasn't going to discuss them, dear.
GEORGE. I'm always glad to see Aunt Julia in my house, but I wish she
hadn't chosen this day of all days to come to lunch.
OLIVIA. It wasn't Aunt Julia's fault. It was really Mr. Pim who chose
the wrong day.
GEORGE (fiercely). Good Heavens, is it true?
OLIVIA. About Jacob Telworthy?
GEORGE. You told me he was dead. You always said that he was dead.
You--you--
OLIVIA. Well, I always thought that he was dead. He was as dead as
anybody could be. All the papers said he was dead.
GEORGE (scornfully). The papers!
OLIVIA (as if this would settle it for GEORGE). The _Times_ said he
was dead. There was a paragraph about him. Apparently even his death
was fraudulent.
GEORGE. Yes, yes, I'm not blaming you, Olivia, but what are we going
to do, that's the question, what are we going to do? My God, it's
horrible! You've never been married to me at all! You don't seem to
understand.
OLIVIA. It is a little difficult to realise. You see, it doesn't seem
to have made any difference to our happiness.
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