SIMON. I should be happier here if I wasn’t so hungry. I wonder where Cameron is. I told him after he landed us to tie up the boat at any good place and make a fire. I suppose I had better try to make it myself.
MARY ROSE. How you can think of food at such a time!
SIMON (who is collecting sticks). All very well, but you will presently be eating more than your share.
MARY ROSE. Do you know, Simon, I don’t think daddy and mother like this island.
SIMON (on his guard). Help me with the fire, you chatterbox.
(He has long ceased to credit the story he heard four years ago, but he is ever watchful for MARY ROSE.)
MARY ROSE. They never seem to want to speak of it.
SIMON. Forgotten it, I suppose.
MARY ROSE. I shall write to them from the inn this evening. How surprised they will be to know I am there again.
SIMON (casually). I wouldn’t write from there. Wait till we cross to the mainland.