MR. MORLAND. Not you. We did wisely, didn’t we, in not questioning her?
SIMON. Oh, lord, yes. ‘The Island that Likes to be Visited.’ It is a queer name. (Boyishly.) I say, let’s forget all about it. (He looks at the ceiling.) I almost wish her mother hadn’t gone up to her. It will make Mary Rose longer in coming down.
MR. MORLAND (humorous). Fanny will think of nicer things to say to her than you could think of, Simon.
SIMON. Yes, I know. Ah, now you are chaffing me. (Apologetically.) You see, sir, my leave is up to-morrow.
(MARY ROSE comes rushing in.)
Mary Rose!
(She darts past him into her father’s arms.)
MARY ROSE. It isn’t you I am thinking of; it is father, it is poor father. Oh, Simon, how could you? Isn’t it hateful of him, Daddy!
MR. MORLAND. I should just say it is. Is your mother crying too?
MARY ROSE (squeaking). Yes.