ISOBEL (her tragedy). I am always here.
ROYCE. Good-bye.
[He goes.
BLAYDS. Isobel, where are you?
ISOBEL (at his side again). Here I am, dear.
BLAYDS. How old did you say I was?
ISOBEL. Ninety.
BLAYDS. Ninety.... I’m tired.
ISOBEL. It has been too much for you, dear. I oughtn’t to have let him stay so long. You’d like to go to bed now, wouldn’t you? (She walks away to ring the bell.)
BLAYDS (a frightened child). Where are you going? Don’t leave me.