(_After further inspection MR. AMY is convinced against his will, and the find is returned to his pocket less carefully than it had been produced._) Don’t get into a tantrum about it, George. MR. AMY (_grandly_). I am not in a tantrum, and I should be obliged if you wouldn’t George me. Smile on, Mr. Morland, I congratulate you on your triumph; you have hurt an old friend to the quick. Bravo, bravo. Thank you, Mrs. Morland, for a very pleasant visit. Good day. MRS. MORLAND (_prepared_). I shall see you into your coat, George. MR. AMY. I thank you, Mrs. Morland, but I need no one to see me into my coat. Good day. (_He goes, and she blandly follows him. She returns with the culprit._) MRS. MORLAND. Now which of you is to say it first? MR. AMY. James, I am heartily ashamed of myself. MR. MORLAND. George, I apologise. MR. AMY. I quite see that it isn’t a Gainsborough. MR. MORLAND. After all, it’s certainly in the Gainsborough school. (_They clasp hands sheepishly, but the peace-maker helps the situation by showing a roguish face, and MR. AMY departs shaking a humorous fist at her_). MRS. MORLAND. I coughed so often, James; and you must have heard me clicking. MR. MORLAND. I heard all right. Good old George! It’s a pity he has no flair. He might as well order his prints by wireless. MRS. MORLAND. What is that? MR. MORLAND. Wireless it’s to be called. There is an article about it in that paper. The fellow says that before many years have passed we shall be able to talk to ships on the ocean. MRS. MORLAND (_who has resumed her knitting_). Nonsense, James. MR. MORLAND. Of course it’s nonsense. And yet there is no denying, as he says, that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy. MRS. MORLAND (_becoming grave_). You and I know that to be true, James. (_For a moment he does not know to what she is referring._) MR. MORLAND (_edging away from trouble_). Oh, that. My dear, that is all dead and done with long ago. MRS. MORLAND (_thankfully_). Yes. But sometimes when I look at Mary Rose--so happy---- MR. MORLAND. She will never know anything about it. MRS. MORLAND. No, indeed. But some day she will fall in love---- MR. MORLAND (_wriggling_). That infant! Fanny, is it wise to seek trouble before it comes? MRS. MORLAND. She can’t marry, James, without your first telling the man. We agreed. MR. MORLAND. Yes, I suppose I must--though I’m not certain I ought to. Sleeping dogs-- Still, I’ll keep my word, I’ll tell him everything. MRS. MORLAND. Poor Mary Rose. MR. MORLAND (_manfully_). Now then, none of that. Where is she now? MRS. MORLAND. Down at the boat-house with Simon, I think. MR. MORLAND. That is all right. Let her play about with Simon and the like. It may make a tomboy of her, but it will keep young men out of her head. (_She wonders at his obtuseness._) MRS. MORLAND. You still think of Simon as a boy? MR. MORLAND. Bless the woman, he is only a midshipman.