WILLIAM. Ah, here you are.
ISOBEL. I’m sorry if I have kept you waiting.
MARION. It’s all right, dear.
WILLIAM. I was just telling Marion that I am more than ever convinced that Oliver Blayds’ rightful resting-place was the Abbey.
ISOBEL (shaking her head wearily). No.
WILLIAM. I was saying to Marion, even if he expressed the wish in his last moments for a quiet interment——
ISOBEL. He never expressed the wish, one way or the other.
WILLIAM. My dear Isobel! You distinctly told us——
MARION. You did say, dear.
ISOBEL. Yes, I owe you an apology about that.