WILLIAM. Heaven forbid that I should attribute any misdeed to so noble, so knightly a man as Oliver Blayds.
ISOBEL. Knightly?
WILLIAM. I am of course assuming that this man Jenkins never existed.
ISOBEL. Oh, you are assuming that?
WILLIAM. The more I think of it, the more plain it becomes to me that we must assume it.
ISOBEL. Yes, I quite see that the more one thinks of it, the more—— (She indicates the rest of the sentence with her fingers.)
WILLIAM. Well, what do you think of the suggestion?
ISOBEL. It’s so obvious that I’m wondering why it didn’t occur to you before.
WILLIAM. The truth is I was stunned.
ISOBEL. Oh yes.