TREHERNE (eagerly). That’s the proper spirit. (He puts his arm round CATHERINE, and in another moment they are all dancing to Daddy’s music. Never were people happier on an island. A moment’s pause is presently created by the return of CRICHTON, wearing the wonderful robe of which we have already had dark mention. Never has he looked more regal, never perhaps felt so regal. We need not grudge him the one foible of his rule, for it is all coming to an end.) CRICHTON (graciously, seeing them hesitate). No, no; I am delighted to see you all so happy. Go on. TREHERNE. We don’t like to before you, Gov. CRICHTON (his last order). It is my wish. (The merrymaking is resumed, and soon CRICHTON himself joins in the dance. It is when the fun is at its fastest and most furious that all stop abruptly as if turned to stone. They have heard the boom of a gun. Presently they are alive again. ERNEST leaps to the window.) TREHERNE (huskily). It was a ship’s gun. (They turn to CRICHTON for confirmation; even in that hour they turn to CRICHTON.) Gov.? CRICHTON. Yes. (In another moment LADY MARY and LORD LOAM are alone.) LADY MARY (seeing that her father is unconcerned). Father, you heard. LORD LOAM (placidly). Yes, my child. LADY MARY (alarmed by his unnatural calmness). But it was a gun, father. LORD LOAM (looking an old man now, and shuddering a little). Yes--a gun--I have often heard it. It’s only a dream, you know; why don’t we go on dancing? (She takes his hands, which have gone cold.) LADY MARY. Father. Don’t you see, they have all rushed down to the beach? Come. LORD LOAM. Rushed down to the beach; yes, always that--I often dream it. LADY MARY. Come, father, come. LORD LOAM. Only a dream, my poor girl. (CRICHTON returns. He is pale but firm.) CRICHTON. We can see lights within a mile of the shore--a great ship. LORD LOAM. A ship--always a ship. LADY MARY. Father, this is no dream. LORD LOAM (looking timidly at CRICHTON). It’s a dream, isn’t it? There’s no ship? CRICHTON (soothing him with a touch). You are awake, Daddy, and there is a ship. LORD LOAM (clutching him). You are not deceiving me? CRICHTON. It is the truth. LORD LOAM (reeling). True?--a ship--at last! (He goes after the others pitifully.) CRICHTON (quietly). There is a small boat between it and the island; they must have sent it ashore for water. LADY MART. Coming in? CRICHTON. No. That gun must have been a signal to recall it. It is going back. They can’t hear our cries. LADY MARY (pressing her temples). Going away. So near--so near. (Almost to herself.) I think I’m glad. CRICHTON (cheerily). Have no fear. I shall bring them back. (He goes towards the table on which is the electrical apparatus.) LADY MARY (standing on guard as it were between him and the table). What are you going to do? CRICHTON. To fire the beacons. LADY MARY. Stop! (She faces him.) Don’t you see what it means?