BLAYDS (after a pause). I could tell you another story, Isobel, which you don’t know.... Of another boy who carried it off.
ISOBEL. Not now, dear. You mustn’t tire yourself.
BLAYDS (a very old man suddenly). No, not now. But I shall tell you one day. Yes, I shall have to tell you.... I shall have to tell you.
ISOBEL (quietly, to ROYCE). I think perhaps——
ROYCE (getting up). It is very kind of you to have seen me, sir. I mustn’t let you get tired of me.
BLAYDS (very tired). Good-bye, Mr. Royce. He liked the 1863 volume, Isobel.
ISOBEL. Yes, Father.
ROYCE. Good-bye, sir, and thank you; I shall always remember.
ISOBEL (in a whisper to ROYCE). You can find your way out, can’t you? I don’t like to leave him.
[216]ROYCE. Of course. I may see you again?