HARRY. If you come, I’ll try to help you.
(She goes at once and sits on his knee.)
See here, when I was sitting by the fire alone I seemed to hear you as you once were saying that some day when he was a man you would like to sit on your Harry’s knee.
MARY ROSE (vaguely quoting she knows not whom). The loveliest time of all will be when he is a man and takes me on his knee instead of my taking him on mine.
HARRY. Do you see who I am now?
MARY ROSE. Nice man.
HARRY. Is that all you know about me?
MARY ROSE. Yes.
HARRY. There is a name I would like to call you by, but my best course is not to worry you. Poor soul, I wonder if there was ever a man with a ghost on his knee before.
MARY ROSE. I don’t know.