MRS. MORLAND. Simon, I had forgotten. There is a telegram for you.
SIMON. Avaunt! I do trust it is not recalling me. I had hoped for at least five clear days.
MRS. MORLAND (giving it to him). We didn’t open it.
SIMON. Two to one it is recalling me.
MRS. MORLAND. It came two days ago. I don’t like them, Simon, never did; they have broken so many hearts.
SIMON. They have made many a heart glad too. It may be from my Harry—at last. Mother, do you think I was sometimes a bit harsh to him?
MRS. MORLAND. I think you sometimes were, my son.
MR. MORLAND. Open it, Simon.
(SIMON opens the telegram and many unseen devils steal into the room.)
MRS. MORLAND (shrinking from his face). It can’t be so bad as that. We are all here, Simon.