ISOBEL (rather touched). Dear boy!
ROYCE. Yes, Oliver has a great future in politics.
ISOBEL (going to the sofa). I’m tired.
ROYCE. You’ve been doing too much. Sit down and rest a little.
ISOBEL (sitting). No, go on. I shan’t disturb you?
ROYCE. Talk to me. I’ve worked quite enough too.
ISOBEL. Shall we be ready by to-morrow?
ROYCE. I think so.
ISOBEL. I want to be rid of it—to get it out of my head where it just goes round and round. It will be a relief when the whole world knows. (With a little smile) What a sensation for them!
ROYCE. Yes. (Also smiling) Isn’t it funny how that comes in?