(MRS. MORLAND shrinks.)
These five-and-twenty years, she will be thinking they were just an hour in which Mr. Blake and I had left her in some incomprehensible jest.
MRS. MORLAND. James, just as it was before!
MR. MORLAND. But when you told her the truth?
CAMERON. She will not have it.
MRS. MORLAND. She must have seen how much older you are.
CAMERON. She does not know me, ma’am, as the boy who was with her that day. When she did not recognize me I thought it best—she was so troubled already—not to tell her.
MR. MORLAND (appealing). But now that she has seen Simon. His appearance, his grey hair—when she saw him she would know.
CAMERON (unhappy). I am not sure; it iss dark out there.
MR. MORLAND. She must have known that he would never have left her and come home.