MARY ROSE (eager to soften the blow). Oh no, not for quite a long time. At earliest, not till his next leave.
MRS. MORLAND. Mary Rose!
MARY ROSE. He is waiting down there, Mummy. May I bring him in?
MRS. MORLAND. Of course, dearest.
MR. MORLAND. Don’t come with him, though.
MARY ROSE. Oh! (She wonders what this means.) You know how shy Simon is.
MR. MORLAND. I do not.
MRS. MORLAND. Your father and I must have a talk with him alone, you see.
MARY ROSE. I—I suppose so. He so wants to do the right thing, Mother.
MRS. MORLAND. I am sure he does.