MARION. Oh, Isobel, yes. A wonderful nurse. I don’t know what Grandfather would do without her.
ROYCE. She is still——? I thought perhaps she was married, or——
MARION. Oh, no! Isobel isn’t the marrying sort. I say that I don’t know what Grandfather would do without her, but I might almost say that I don’t know what she would do without Grandfather. (Looking at her watch) Dear me, I promised Father that I would get those letters off. Septima, dear, you must help me. Have you been round the house at all, Mr. Royce?
ROYCE. No, I’ve only just come.
MARION. There are certain rooms which are shown to the public. Signed photographs, gifts from Tennyson, Ruskin, Carlyle and many others. Illuminated addresses and so on, all most interesting. Oliver, perhaps you would show Mr. Royce—if it would interest you——
ROYCE. Oh, indeed, yes.
MARION. Oliver!
OLIVER (throwing down the book he was looking at). Right. (He gets up.) Come on, Royce. (As they go out) There’s one thing that I can show you, anyway.
ROYCE. What’s that?
OLIVER (violently). My bedroom. We’re allowed to smoke there.