ISOBEL. How long ago was it?
ROYCE. Eighteen years.
[201]ISOBEL (who has lived eighty years since then). So little?
ROYCE (distressed). Isobel!
ISOBEL (remembering his name now). Austin.
ROYCE. It comes back to you?
ISOBEL. A few faded memories—and the smell of the pine woods. And there was a band, wasn’t there? That was the waltz they played. How did it go? (He gives her a bar or two again.... She nods) Yes. (She whispers the tune to herself.) Why does that make me think of—— Didn’t you cut your wrist? On the rocks?
ROYCE. You remember? (He holds out his wrist) Look!
ISOBEL (nodding). I knew that came into it. I tied it up for you.
ROYCE (sentimentally). I have the handkerchief still. (More honestly) Somewhere.... I know I have it. (He tries to think where it would be.)