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.
OLIVIA. My husband--
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. I'm afraid you'll have to, dear.
GEORGE. I don't see the necessity.
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.
GEORGE (miserably).
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