HARRY. Were you in this room when I was sitting there?
MARY ROSE. I came in to look at you.
(A sudden thought makes him cross with the candle to where he had left his knife. It is gone.)
HARRY. Where is my knife? Were you standing looking at me with my knife in your hand?
(She is sullenly silent.)
Give me my knife.
(She gives it to him.)
What made you take it?
MARY ROSE. I thought you were perhaps the one.
HARRY. The one?