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.
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