(For a moment he does not know to what she is referring.)
MR. MORLAND (edging away from trouble). Oh, that. My dear, that is all dead and done with long ago.
MRS. MORLAND (thankfully). Yes. But sometimes when I look at Mary Rose—so happy——
MR. MORLAND. She will never know anything about it.
MRS. MORLAND. No, indeed. But some day she will fall in love——
MR. MORLAND (wriggling). That infant! Fanny, is it wise to seek trouble before it comes?
MRS. MORLAND. She can’t marry, James, without your first telling the man. We agreed.
MR. MORLAND. Yes, I suppose I must—though I’m not certain I ought to. Sleeping dogs— Still, I’ll keep my word, I’ll tell him everything.
MRS. MORLAND. Poor Mary Rose.
MR. MORLAND (manfully). Now then, none of that. Where is she now?