SIMON (slowly). Mary Rose is coming across the fields.
(He goes out. MORLAND peers weakly through the window curtains. MRS. MORLAND goes on her knees to pray.)
MR. MORLAND. It is rather dark. I—I shouldn’t wonder though there was a touch of frost to-night. I wish I was more use.
(CAMERON enters, a bearded clergyman now.)
MRS. MORLAND. Mr. Cameron? Tell us quickly, Mr. Cameron, is it true?
CAMERON. It iss true, ma’am. Mr. Blake met us at the gate and he iss with her now. I hurried on to tell you the things necessary. It iss good for her you should know them at once.
MRS. MORLAND. Please, quick.
CAMERON. You must be prepared to find her—different.
MRS. MORLAND. We are all different. Her age——
CAMERON. I mean, Mrs. Morland, different from what you expect. She iss not different as we are different. They will be saying she iss just as she was on the day she went away.