HARRY (_desperately desirous to help her_). If only there was something I-- I know nothing about ghosts--not a thing; can they sit down? Could you----? (_He turns the chair toward her._) MARY ROSE. That is your chair. HARRY. What do you mean by that? MARY ROSE. That is where you were sitting. HARRY. Were you in this room when I was sitting there? MARY ROSE. I came in to look at you. (_A sudden thought makes him cross with the candle to where he had left his knife. It is gone._) HARRY. Where is my knife? Were you standing looking at me with my knife in your hand? (_She is sullenly silent._) Give me my knife. (_She gives it to him._) What made you take it? MARY ROSE. I thought you were perhaps the one. HARRY. The one? MARY ROSE. The one who stole him from me. HARRY. I see. Godsake, in a sort of way I suppose I am. (_He sits in the chair._) MARY ROSE. Give him back to me. HARRY. I wish I could. But I’m doubting he is gone beyond recall. MARY ROSE (_unexpectedly_). Who is he? HARRY. Do you mean you have forgotten who it is you are searching for? MARY ROSE. I knew once. It is such a long time ago. I am so tired; please can I go away and play now? HARRY. Go away? Where? You mean back to that--that place? (_She nods._) What sort of a place is it? Is it good to be there? MARY ROSE. Lovely, lovely, lovely. HARRY. It’s not just the island, is it, that’s so lovely, lovely? (_She is perplexed._) Have you forgotten the island too? MARY ROSE. I am sorry. HARRY. The island, the place where you heard the call. MARY ROSE. What is that? HARRY. You have even forgotten the call! With vision as far as I can make out, it was as if, in a way, there were two kinds of dogs out hunting you--the good and the bad. MARY ROSE (_who thinks he is chiding her_). Please don’t be cross with me. HARRY. I am far from cross with you. I begin to think it was the good dogs that got you. Are they ghosts in that place? MARY ROSE (_with surprising certainty_). No. HARRY. You are sure? MARY ROSE. Honest Injun. HARRY. What fairly does me is, if the place is so lovely, what made you leave it? MARY ROSE (_frightened_). I don’t know. HARRY. Do you think you could have fallen out? MARY ROSE. I don’t know. (_She thinks his power is great._) Please, I don’t want to be a ghost any more. HARRY. As far as I can see, if you wasn’t a ghost there you made yourself one by coming back. But it’s no use your expecting me to be able to help you. (_She droops at this and he holds out his arms._) Come to me, ghostie; I wish you would. MARY ROSE (_prim again_). Certainly not. HARRY. If you come, I’ll try to help you. (_She goes at once and sits on his knee._) See here, when I was sitting by the fire alone I seemed to hear you as you once were saying that some day when he was a man you would like to sit on your Harry’s knee.