CAMERON (_in the soft voice of the Highlander_). Iss it the wish of Mr. Blake that I should land? SIMON. Yes, yes, Cameron, with the luncheon. (_CAMERON steps ashore with the fishing basket._) CAMERON. Iss it the wish of Mr. Blake that I open the basket? SIMON. We shall tumble out the luncheon if you bring a trout or two. I want you to show my wife, Cameron, how one cooks fish by the water’s edge. CAMERON. I will do it with pleasure. (_He pauses._) There iss one little matter; it iss of small importance. You may haf noticed that I always address you as Mr. Blake. I notice that you always address me as Cameron; I take no offence. MARY ROSE. Oh dear, I am sure I always address you as Mr. Cameron. CAMERON. That iss so, ma’am. You may haf noticed that I always address you as ‘ma’am.’ It iss my way of indicating that I consider you a ferry genteel young matron, and of all such I am the humble servant. (_He pauses._) In saying I am your humble servant I do not imply that I am not as good as you are. With this brief explanation, ma’am, I will now fetch the trouts. SIMON (_taking advantage of his departure_). That is one in the eye for me. But I’m hanged if I mister him. MARY ROSE. Simon, do be careful. If you want to say anything to me that is dangerous, say it in French. (_CAMERON returns with two small sea-trout._) CAMERON. The trouts, ma’am, having been cleaned in a thorough and yet easy manner by pulling them up and down in the water, the next procedure iss as follows. (_He wraps up the trout in a piece of newspaper and soaks them in the water._) I now place the soaking little parcels on the fire, and when the paper begins to burn it will be a sure sign that the trouts iss now ready, like myself, ma’am, to be your humble servants. (_He is returning to the boat._) MARY ROSE (_who has been preparing the feast_). Don’t go away. CAMERON. If it iss agreeable to Mistress Blake I would wish to go back to the boat. MARY ROSE. Why? (_CAMERON is not comfortable._) It would be more agreeable to me if you would stay. CAMERON (_shuffling_). I will stay. SIMON. Good man--and look after the trout. It is the most heavenly way of cooking fish, Mary Rose. CAMERON. It iss a tasty way, Mr. Blake, but I would not use the word heavenly in this connection. SIMON. I stand corrected. (_Tartly._) I must say-- MARY ROSE. _Prenez garde, mon brave!_ SIMON. _Mon Dieu! Qu’il est un drôle!_ MARY ROSE. _Mais moi, je l’aime; il est tellement_-- What is the French for an original? SIMON. That stumps me. CAMERON. Colloquially _coquin_ might be used, though the classic writers would probably say simply _un original_. SIMON (_with a groan_). Phew, this is serious. What was that book you were reading, Cameron, while I was fishing? CAMERON. It iss a small Euripides I carry in the pocket, Mr. Blake. SIMON. Latin, Mary Rose! CAMERON. It may be Latin, but in these parts we know no better than to call it Greek.