MARY ROSE. At _it_-- Being--married. Simon, after we are married you will sometimes let me play, won’t you? SIMON. Games? (_She nods._) Rather. Why, I’ll go on playing rugger myself. Lots of married people play games. MARY ROSE (_relieved_). I’m glad; Simon, do you love me? SIMON. Dearest--precious--my life--my sweetheart. Which name do you like best? MARY ROSE. I’m not sure. They are all very nice. (_She is conscious of the ceiling._) Oughtn’t we to knock to those beloveds to come down? SIMON. Please don’t. I know a lot about old people, darling. I assure you they don’t mind very much sitting in dull places. MARY ROSE. We mustn’t be selfish. SIMON. Honest Injun, is isn’t selfishness. You see, I have a ton of things to tell you. About how I put it to them, and how I remembered what you told me to say, and the way I got the soft side of them. They have heard it all already, so it would really be selfish to bring them down. MARY ROSE. I’m not so sure. SIMON. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. Let’s go back to the boat-house, and then they can come down and be cosy here. MARY ROSE (_gleeful_). Let’s! We can stay there till tea-time. (_She wants to whirl him away at once._) SIMON. It is fresh down there; put on a jacket, my star. MARY ROSE. Oh, bother! SIMON (_firmly_). My child, you are in my care now; I am responsible for you, and I order you to put on a jacket. MARY ROSE. Order! Simon, you do say the loveliest things. I’ll put it on at once. (_She is going towards the little door at the back, but turns to say something important._) Simon, I’ll tell you a funny thing about me. I may be wrong, but I think I’ll sometimes love you to kiss me, and sometimes it will be better not. SIMON. All right. Tell me, what were you thinking as you sat up there in the apple-room, waiting? MARY ROSE. Holy things. SIMON. About love? (_She nods._) MARY ROSE. We’ll try to be good, won’t we, Simon, please? SIMON. Rather. Honest Injun, we’ll be nailers. Did you think of--our wedding-day? MARY ROSE. A little. SIMON. Only a little? MARY ROSE. But frightfully clearly. (_Suddenly._) Simon, I had such a delicious idea about our honeymoon. There is a place in Scotland--in the Hebrides--I should love to go there. SIMON (_taken aback_). The Hebrides? MARY ROSE. We once went to it when I was little. Isn’t it funny, I had almost forgotten about that island, and then suddenly I saw it quite clearly as I was sitting up there. (_Senselessly._) Of course it was the little old woman who pointed it out to me. (_SIMON is disturbed._) SIMON (_gently_). Mary Rose, there are only yourselves and the three maids in the house, aren’t there? MARY ROSE (_surprised_). You know there are. Whatever makes you ask? SIMON (_cautiously_). I thought--I thought I had a glimpse of a little old woman on the stair to-day. MARY ROSE (_interested_). Who on earth could that be?