CAMERON. That secretly troubles her, but she will not speak of it. There iss some terrible dread lying on her heart.
MR. MORLAND. A dread?
MRS. MORLAND. Harry. James, if she should think that Harry is still a child!
CAMERON. I never heard what became of the boy.
MRS. MORLAND. He ran away to sea when he was twelve years old. We had a few letters from Australia, very few; we don’t know where he is now.
MR. MORLAND. How was she found, Mr. Cameron?
CAMERON. Two men fishing from a boat saw her. She was asleep by the shore at the very spot where Mr. Blake made a fire so long ago. There was a rowan-tree beside it. At first they were afraid to land, but they did. They said there was such a joy on her face as she slept that it was a shame to waken her.
MR. MORLAND. Joy?
CAMERON. That iss so, sir. I have sometimes thought——
(There is a gleeful clattering on the stairs of some one to whom they must be familiar; and if her father and mother have doubted they know now before they see her that MARY ROSE has come back. She enters. She is just as we saw her last except that we cannot see her quite so clearly. She is leaping towards her mother in the old impulsive way and the mother responds in her way, but something steps between them.)