[ There's a pause before she responds--however upset she is, she really mustn't allow it into her voice. She really mustn't. And so, forcing cheerfulness and wiping away tears, she's just a little breathless: ]
Isaac! From the chapel. [ Yes, that's rather better. Play dumb, for the moment. ] Have I met your countrymen?
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Isaac! From the chapel. [ Yes, that's rather better. Play dumb, for the moment. ] Have I met your countrymen?