ISOBEL. Thank you, Mr. Royce. Septima, Oliver——
(She gives them the letter to read.)
OLIVER (after reading). By Jove! Sportsman! I always said—— (Frankly) No, I didn’t.
SEPTIMA (after reading). Good. Well, that’s all right then.
ISOBEL. We have been talking over what I told you the other day, and your father now has a theory that it was the 1863 volume which was written by this man, and that your grandfather in telling me the story had got it into his head somehow——
WILLIAM. A very old man, his faculties rapidly going——
ISOBEL. Had muddled the story up.
OLIVER (brightening up). Good for you, Father! I see! Of course! Then it was hallucination after all?
ISOBEL. You had discussed it before?
OLIVER. Oh, rather!