CAMERON. Yes, ma’am.
MARY ROSE. I am glad: but it rather spoils the mystery.
SIMON. How, Mary Rose?
MARY ROSE. Because she could tell them what happened, stupid. Whatever was it?
CAMERON. It iss not so easy as that. She did not know that anything had happened. She thought she had been parted from her father for but an hour.
(MARY ROSE shivers and takes her husband’s hand.)
SIMON (speaking more lightly than he is feeling). You and your bogies and wraiths, you man of the mists.
MARY ROSE (smiling). Don’t be alarmed, Simon; I was only pretending.
CAMERON. It iss not good to disbelieve the stories when you are in these parts. I believe them all when I am here, though I turn the cold light of remorseless Reason on them when I am in Aberdeen.
SIMON. Is that ‘chancey,’ my friend? An island that has such extraordinary powers could surely send its call to Aberdeen or farther.