(_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._) MR. MORLAND. We are so glad you--had you a comfortable journey, Mary Rose? You would like a cup of tea, wouldn’t you? Is there anything _I_ can do? (_MARY ROSE’S eyes go from him to the little door at the back._) MARY ROSE (_coaxingly to her father_). Tell me. MR. MORLAND. Tell you what, dear? MARY ROSE (_appealing to CAMERON_). You? (_He presses her hand and turns away. She goes to SIMON and makes much of him, cajoling him._) Simon, my Simon. Be nice to me, Simon. Be nice to me, dear Simon, and tell me. SIMON. Dearest love, since I lost you--it was a long time ago---- MARY ROSE (_petulant_). It wasn’t--please, it wasn’t. (_She goes to her mother._) Tell me, my mother dear. MR. MORLAND. I don’t know what she wants to be told. MRS. MORLAND. I know. MARY ROSE (_an unhappy child_). Where is my baby? (_They cannot face her, and she goes to seek an answer from the room that lies beyond the little door. Her mother and husband follow her._ _MR. MORLAND and CAMERON left alone are very conscious of what may be going on in that inner room._) MR. MORLAND. Have you been in this part of the country before, Mr. Cameron? CAMERON. I haf not, sir. It iss my first visit to England. You cannot hear the sea in this house at all, which iss very strange to me. MR. MORLAND. If I might show you our Downs---- CAMERON. I thank you, Mr. Morland, but--in such circumstances do not trouble about me at all. (_They listen._) MR. MORLAND. I do not know if you are interested in prints. I have a pencil sketch by Cousins--undoubtedly genuine---- CAMERON. I regret my ignorance on the subject. This matter, so strange--so inexplicable---- MR. MORLAND. Please don’t talk of it to me, sir. I am--an old man. I have been so occupied all my life with little things--very pleasant--I cannot cope--cannot cope---- (_A hand is placed on his shoulder so sympathetically that he dares to ask a question._) Do you think she should have come back, Mr. Cameron? (_The stage darkens and they are blotted out. Into this darkness MRS. OTERY enters with a candle and we see that the scene has changed to the dismantled room of the first act. HARRY is sunk in the chair as we last saw him._) MRS. OTERY (_who in her other hand has a large cup and saucer_). Here is your tea, mister. Are you sitting in the dark? I haven’t been more than the ten minutes I promised you. I was---- (_She stops short, struck by his appearance. She holds the candle nearer him. He is staring wide-eyed into the fire, motionless._) What is the matter, mister? Here is the tea, mister. (_He looks at her blankly._) I have brought you a cup of tea, I have just been the ten minutes. HARRY (_rising_). Wait a mo. (_He looks about him, like one taking his bearings._)