SEPTIMA. What fun that would be!... I hope he’s left Aunt Isobel something.
OLIVER. Yes, poor dear, she’s rather in the air, isn’t she?
SEPTIMA. It’s funny how little we know her.
OLIVER. We’ve hardly ever seen her, apart from the old man. I don’t suppose there’s much to know. A born nurse, and that’s all there is to it.
SEPTIMA. Perhaps you’re right.
[222]OLIVER. I’m sure I am.
WILLIAM and MARION come on.
WILLIAM (continuing a conversation which has obviously been going on since BLAYDS died). I say again, Oliver Blayds ought to have been buried in the Abbey. The nation expected it. The nation had the right to it.
MARION. Yes, dear, but we couldn’t go against his own wish. His last wish.
WILLIAM. If it was his wish, why did he not express it to me?