WILLIAM (staggered). O-o-o-o-oh!
MARION (bewildered). It must be another Jenkins. Because we’ve just decided that our one never lived.
ISOBEL. What is it? What does it say?
ROYCE (reading). “Dear Oliver, You have given me everything. I leave you everything. Little enough, but it is yours. God bless you, dear Oliver.”
ISOBEL (moved). Oh!
WILLIAM. Let me look. (He takes it.)
ISOBEL (to herself). All those years ago!
WILLIAM. Yes, there’s no doubt of it. (He gives the paper back to ROYCE.) Wait! Let me think. (He sits down, head in hands.)
ROYCE. Well, that settles the money side of it, anyway. [254]Whatever should have been the other man’s came rightly to Oliver Blayds.
ISOBEL. Except the immortality.