Well, well, at any rate, I am much obliged to
you, Mr. Pim, for having come down to us this afternoon. Dead! _De
mortuis_, and so forth, but the situation would have been impossible
had he lived. Good-bye! (Holding out his hand) Good-bye!
LADY MARDEN. Good-bye, Mr. Pim.
MR. PIM. Good-bye, good-bye! (GEORGE takes him to the door.) Of
course, if I had--(to himself) Telworthy--I _think_ that was the name.
(He goes out, still wondering.)
GEORGE (with a sigh of thankfulness). Well! This is wonderful news,
Aunt Julia.
LADY MARDEN. Most providential! . . . You understand, of course, that you
are not married to Olivia?
GEORGE (who didn't). Not married?
LADY MARDEN. If her first husband only died at Marseilles a few days
ago--
GEORGE. Good Heavens!
LADY MARDEN. Not that it matters. You can get married quietly again.
Nobody need know.
GEORGE (considering it). Yes . . . yes. Then all these years we have
been--er--Yes.
LADY MARDEN. Who's going to know?
GEORGE. Yes, yes, that's true. . . . And in perfect innocence, too.
LADY MARDEN. I should suggest a Registry Office in London.
GEORGE. A Registry Office, yes.
LADY MARDEN. Better go up to town this afternoon. Can't do it too
quickly.
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