What sort of a place is it? Is it good to be there?
MARY ROSE. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
HARRY. It’s not just the island, is it, that’s so lovely, lovely?
(She is perplexed.)
Have you forgotten the island too?
MARY ROSE. I am sorry.
HARRY. The island, the place where you heard the call.
MARY ROSE. What is that?
HARRY. You have even forgotten the call! With vision as far as I can make out, it was as if, in a way, there were two kinds of dogs out hunting you—the good and the bad.
MARY ROSE (who thinks he is chiding her). Please don’t be cross with me.