ISOBEL (stopping). Only to ring the bell, dear.
BLAYDS. Don’t leave me. I want you to hold my hand.
ISOBEL. Yes, dear. (She holds it.)
BLAYDS. Did you say I was ninety? There’s no going back at ninety. Only forward—into the grave that’s waiting for you. So cold and lonely there, Isobel.
ISOBEL. I am always with you, dear.
BLAYDS. Hold me tight. I’m frightened.... Did I tell you about the boy—who carried it off?
ISOBEL. Yes, dear, you told us.
BLAYDS. No, not that boy—the other one. Are we alone, Isobel?
ISOBEL. Yes, dear.
BLAYDS. Listen, Isobel. I want to tell you——