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baby that she oughtn't to have had-- MR MARCH. [Remonstrant] If she hadn't had it how could she have smothered it? COOK. [Soothingly] Perhaps she's repented, ma'am. MRS MARCH. Of course she's repented. But did you ever know repentance change anybody, Cook? COOK. [Smiling] Well, generally it's a way of gettin' ready for the next. MRS MARCH. Exactly. MR MARCH. If we never get another chance because we repent-- COOK. I always think of Master Johnny, ma'am, and my jam; he used to repent so beautiful, dear little feller--such a conscience! I never could bear to lock it away. MRS MARCH. Cook, you're wandering. I'm surprised at your encouraging the idea; I really am. Cook plaits her hands. MR MARCH. Cook's been in the family longer than I have--haven't you, Cook? [COOK beams] She knows much more about a girl like that than we do. COOK. We had a girl like her, I remember, in your dear mother's time, Mr Geoffrey. MR MARCH. How did she turn out? COOK. Oh! She didn't. MRS MARCH. There! MR MARCH. Well, I can't bear behaving like everybody else. Don't you think we might give her a chance, Cook? COOK. My 'eart says yes, ma'am. MR MARCH. Ha! COOK. And my 'ead says no, sir. MRS MARCH. Yes! MR MARCH. Strike your balance, Cook. COOK involuntarily draws her joined hands sharply in upon her amplitude. Well? . . . I didn't catch the little voice within. COOK. Ask Master Johnny, sir; he's been in the war. MR MARCH. [To MARY] Get Johnny. MARY goes out. MRS MARCH. What on earth has the war to do with it? COOK. The things he tells me, ma'am, is too wonderful for words. He's 'ad to do with prisoners and generals, every sort of 'orror. MR MARCH. Cook's quite right. The war destroyed all our ideals and probably created the baby. MRS MARCH. It didn't smother it; or condemn the girl. MR MARCH. [Running his hands through his hair] The more I think of that--! [He turns away.] MRS MARCH. [Indicating her husband] You see, Cook, that's the mood in which I have to engage a parlour-maid. What am I to do with your master? COOK. It's an 'ealthy rage, ma'am. MRS MARCH. I'm tired of being the only sober person in this house. COOK. [Reproachfully] Oh! ma'am, I never touch a drop. MRS MARCH. I didn't mean anything of that sort. But they do break out so. COOK. Not Master Johnny. MRS MARCH. Johnny
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