ISOBEL. Yes, he was a great man, and he did less hurt to the world than most great men do.
ROYCE (picking up his statement). Then I can tear up this?
ISOBEL (after a little struggle with herself). Yes! Let us bury the dead, and forget about them. (He tears it up. She gives a sigh of relief) There!
ROYCE (coming to her). Isobel!
ISOBEL. Ah—but she’s dead too. Let’s forget about her.
ROYCE. She is not dead. I have seen her.
ISOBEL. When did you see her?
ROYCE. To-day I have seen her. She peeped out for a moment, and was gone.
ISOBEL. She just peeped out to say good-bye to you.
ROYCE (shaking his head). No. To say “How do you do” to me.