MR. MORLAND. I see I am going to have an abominable day. If you two don’t mind very much being left alone, I think I’ll go up and sit in the apple-room and cry with your mother. It is close and dark and musty up there, and when we feel we can’t stick it any longer I’ll knock on the floor, Simon, as a sign that we are coming down.
(He departs on this light note. We see how the minds of these two children match.)
SIMON. Mary Rose!
MARY ROSE. Oh, Simon—you and me.
SIMON. You and me, that’s it. We are us, now. Do you like it?
MARY ROSE. It is so fearfully solemn.
SIMON. You are not frightened, are you?
(She nods.)
Not at me?
(She shakes her head.)