MRS. MORLAND. I know.
MARY ROSE (an unhappy child). Where is my baby?
(They cannot face her, and she goes to seek an answer from the room that lies beyond the little door. Her mother and husband follow her.
MR. MORLAND and CAMERON left alone are very conscious of what may be going on in that inner room.)
MR. MORLAND. Have you been in this part of the country before, Mr. Cameron?
CAMERON. I haf not, sir. It iss my first visit to England. You cannot hear the sea in this house at all, which iss very strange to me.
MR. MORLAND. If I might show you our Downs——
CAMERON. I thank you, Mr. Morland, but—in such circumstances do not trouble about me at all.
(They listen.)
MR. MORLAND. I do not know if you are interested in prints. I have a pencil sketch by Cousins—undoubtedly genuine——