LADY MARY (herself again, now that he is there). I! Why should I? CRICHTON. I made a mistake, your ladyship. (Hesitating.) If you are afraid of being alone, my lady-- LADY MARY. Afraid! Certainly not. (Doggedly.) You may go. (But she does not complain when he remains within eyesight cutting the bamboo. It is heavy work, and she watches him silently.) LADY MARY. I wish, Crichton, you could work without getting so hot. CRICHTON (mopping his face). I wish I could, my lady. (He continues his labours.) LADY MARY (taking off her oilskins). It makes me hot to look at you. CRICHTON. It almost makes me cool to look at your ladyship. LADY MARY (who perhaps thinks he is presuming). Anything I can do for you in that way, Crichton, I shall do with pleasure. CRICHTON (quite humbly). Thank you, my lady. (By this time most of the bamboo has been cut, and the shore and sea are visible, except where they are hidden by the half completed hut. The mast rising solitary from the water adds to the desolation of the scene, and at last tears run down LADY MARY’S face.) CRICHTON. Don’t give way, my lady, things might be worse. LADY MARY. My poor father. CRICHTON. If I could have given my life for his. LADY MARY. You did all a man could do. Indeed I thank you, Crichton. (With some admiration and more wonder.) You are a man. CRICHTON. Thank you, my lady. LADY MARY. But it is all so awful. Crichton, is there any hope of a ship coming? CRICHTON (after hesitation). Of course there is, my lady. LADY MARY (facing him bravely). Don’t treat me as a child. I have got to know the worst, and to face it. Crichton, the truth. CRICHTON (reluctantly). We were driven out of our course, my lady; I fear far from the track of commerce. LADY MARY. Thank you; I understand. (For a moment, however, she breaks down. Then she clenches her hands and stands erect.) CRICHTON (watching her, and forgetting perhaps for the moment that they are not just a man and woman). You’re a good pluckt ‘un, my lady. LADY MARY (falling into the same error). I shall try to be. (Extricating herself.) Crichton, how dare you? CRICHTON. I beg your ladyship’s pardon; but you are. (She smiles, as if it were a comfort to be told this even by CRICHTON.) And until a ship comes we are three men who are going to do our best for you ladies. LADY MARY (with a curl of the lip). Mr. Ernest does no work. CRICHTON (cheerily). But he will, my lady. LADY MARY. I doubt it. CRICHTON (confidently, but perhaps thoughtlessly). No work--no dinner--will make a great change in Mr. Ernest. LADY MARY. No work--no dinner. When did you invent that rule, Crichton? CRICHTON (loaded with bamboo). I didn’t invent it, my lady. I seem to see it growing all over the island. LADY MARY (disquieted). Crichton, your manner strikes me as curious. CRICHTON (pained). I hope not, your ladyship.