OLIVIA.  Really?

PIM.  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.  Now and then she shudders.)

    [GEORGE comes back.

GEORGE.  Good God!  Telworthy!  Is it possible? (Before OLIVIA can answer, LADY MARDEN is announced.  They pull themselves together and greet her.)

ACT II

(Lunch is over and coffee has been served on the terrace.  Conversation drags on, to the satisfaction of LADY MARDEN, but of nobody else.  GEORGE and OLIVIA want to be alone; so do BRIAN and DINAH.  At last BRIAN murmurs something about a cigarette-case; and, catching DINAH’S eye, comes into the house.  He leans against the sofa and waits for DINAH.)

DINAH (loudly as she comes in).  Have you found it?

BRIAN.  Found what?

DINAH (in her ordinary voice).  That was just for their benefit.  I said I’d help you find it.  It is your cigarette-case we’re looking for, isn’t it?

BRIAN (taking it out).  Yes.  Have one?

DINAH.  No, thank you, darling.  Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it’s unladylike. . . .  Have you ever seen her beagling?

BRIAN.  No.  Is that very ladylike?

DINAH.  Very. . . .  I say, what has happened, do you think?

BRIAN.  Everything.  I love you, and you love me.

DINAH.  Silly!  I meant between George and Olivia.  Didn’t you notice them at lunch?

BRIAN.  I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of the talking.  But then I’ve noticed that before sometimes.  Do you think Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of us?