CAMERON (troubled). I had not thought of that. That may be ferry true.
SIMON. Beware, Mr. Cameron, lest some day when you are preaching far from here the call plucks you out of the very pulpit and brings you back to the island like a trout on a long cast.
CAMERON. I do not like Mr. Blake’s way of talking. I will go and bail the boat.
(He goes back to the boat, which soon drifts out of sight.)
MARY ROSE (pleasantly thrilled). Suppose it were true, Simon!
SIMON (stoutly). But it isn’t.
MARY ROSE. No, of course not; but if it had been, how awful for the girl when her father told her that she had been away for weeks.
SIMON. Perhaps she was never told. He may have thought it wiser not to disturb her.
MARY ROSE. Poor girl! Yes, I suppose that would have been best. And yet—it was taking a risk.
SIMON. How?