MARY ROSE (puzzled). What is it?
(It is the years.)
MRS. MORLAND. My love.
MR. MORLAND. Mary Rose.
MARY ROSE. Father.
(But the obstacle is still there. She turns timidly to SIMON, who has come in with her.)
What is it, Simon?
(She goes confidently to him till she sees what the years have done with him. She shakes now.)
SIMON. My beloved wife.
(He takes her in his arms and so does her mother, and she is glad to be there, but it is not of them she is thinking, and soon she softly disengages herself.)