(Startled he puts it down, and she snatches it up and holds it close to her heart.)
MARION. Isobel, dear!
ISOBEL. It’s his, and you’re not to touch it! He has given his time to it, and you’re not going to throw it away as if it were nothing. It’s for him to say.
WILLIAM (upset). Really! I was only just——
ROYCE comes in.
ROYCE (excitedly). I say!
ISOBEL. Mr. Royce, we have some news for you. We have decided that the man Jenkins never existed. Isn’t it nice?
ROYCE. Never existed?
ISOBEL. He was just an hallucination. (To WILLIAM) Wasn’t that the word?
ROYCE (laughing). Oh, I see. That’s rather funny. For what do you think I’ve got here? (He holds up a faded piece of paper.) Stuck in this old pass-book. A letter from Jenkins!