What at?
MARY ROSE. At it— Being—married. Simon, after we are married you will sometimes let me play, won’t you?
SIMON. Games?
(She nods.)
Rather. Why, I’ll go on playing rugger myself. Lots of married people play games.
MARY ROSE (relieved). I’m glad; Simon, do you love me?
SIMON. Dearest—precious—my life—my sweetheart. Which name do you like best?
MARY ROSE. I’m not sure. They are all very nice. (She is conscious of the ceiling.) Oughtn’t we to knock to those beloveds to come down?
SIMON. Please don’t. I know a lot about old people, darling. I assure you they don’t mind very much sitting in dull places.
MARY ROSE. We mustn’t be selfish.