MR. MORLAND. We are so glad you—had you a comfortable journey, Mary Rose? You would like a cup of tea, wouldn’t you? Is there anything I can do?
(MARY ROSE’S eyes go from him to the little door at the back.)
MARY ROSE (coaxingly to her father). Tell me.
MR. MORLAND. Tell you what, dear?
MARY ROSE (appealing to CAMERON). You?
(He presses her hand and turns away. She goes to SIMON and makes much of him, cajoling him.)
Simon, my Simon. Be nice to me, Simon. Be nice to me, dear Simon, and tell me.
SIMON. Dearest love, since I lost you—it was a long time ago——
MARY ROSE (petulant). It wasn’t—please, it wasn’t. (She goes to her mother.) Tell me, my mother dear.
MR. MORLAND. I don’t know what she wants to be told.