I want to do what's right, Olivia. You believe
that?
OLIVIA. Of course I do. It's only that we don't quite agree as to what
is right and what is wrong.
GEORGE. It isn't a question of agreeing. Right is right, and wrong is
wrong, all the world over.
OLIVIA (with a sad little smile). But more particularly in
Buckinghamshire, I think.
GEORGE. If I only considered myself, I should say: "Let us pack this
man Telworthy back to Australia. He would make no claim. He would
accept money to go away and say nothing about it." If I consulted
simply my own happiness, Olivia, that is what I should say. But when I
consult--er----
OLIVIA (surprised). Mine?
GEORGE. My conscience----
OLIVIA. Oh!
GEORGE. Then I can't do it. It's wrong. (He is at the window as he
says this.)
OLIVIA (making her first and last appeal). George, aren't I worth a
little----
GEORGE (turning round). H'sh! Dinah! (Loudly for DINAH'S benefit)
Well, then I'll write to him and--Ah, Dinah, where's Aunt Julia?
DINAH (coming in). We've seen the pigs, and now she's discussing the
Art of Landseer with Brian. I just came to ask----
OLIVIA. Dinah, dear, bring Aunt Julia here. And Brian too. We have
things we want to talk about with you all.
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