MARY ROSE. Oh, nice.
HARRY. The one thing clear to me is that you have got that thing at last, but you are too dog-tired to know or care. What you need now is to get back to the place you say is lovely, lovely.
MARY ROSE. Yes, yes.
HARRY. It sounds as if it might be Heaven, or near thereby.
(She wants him to find out for her.)
Queer, you that know so much can tell nothing, and them that know nothing can tell so much. If there was any way of getting you to that glory place!
MARY ROSE. Tell me.
HARRY (desperate). He would surely send for you, if He wanted you.
MARY ROSE (crushed). Yes.
HARRY. It’s like as if He had forgotten you.