CAMERON. There iss the birds. Too many birds come here. The birds like this island more than iss seemly.
SIMON. Birds here! What could bring them here?
CAMERON. It iss said they come to listen.
SIMON. To listen to the silence? An island that is as still as an empty church.
CAMERON. I do not know; that iss what they say.
MARY ROSE. I think it is a lovely story about the birds. I expect the kind things come because this island likes to be visited.
CAMERON. That iss another thing; for, mark you, Mistress Blake, an island that had visitors would not need to want to be visited—and why has it not visitors? Because they are afraid to visit it.
MARY ROSE. Whatever are they afraid of?
CAMERON. That iss what I say to them. Whateffer are you afraid of, I say.
MARY ROSE. But what are you afraid of, Mr. Cameron?