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! He's the worst of all. His poetry is nothing but one long explosion. MR MARCH. [Coming from the window] I say We ought to have faith and jump. MRS MARCH. If we do have Faith, we shall jump. COOK. [Blankly] Of course, in the Bible they 'ad faith, and just look what it did to them! MR MARCH. I mean faith in human instincts, human nature, Cook. COOK. [Scandalised] Oh! no, sir, not human nature; I never let that get the upper hand. MR MARCH. You talk to Mr Bly. He's a remarkable man. COOK. I do, sir, every fortnight when he does the kitchen windows. MR MARCH. Well, doesn't he impress you? COOK. Ah! When he's got a drop o' stout in 'im--Oh! dear! [She smiles placidly.] JOHNNY has come in. MR MARCH. Well, Johnny, has Mary told you? MRS MARCH. [Looking at his face] Now, my dear boy, don't be hasty and foolish! JOHNNY. Of course you ought to take her, Mother. MRS MARCH. [Fixing him] Have you seen her, Johnny? JOHNNY. She's in the hall, poor little devil, waiting for her sentence. MRS MARCH. There are plenty of other chances, Johnny. Why on earth should we--? JOHNNY. Mother, it's just an instance. When something comes along that takes a bit of doing--Give it to the other chap! MR MARCH. Bravo, Johnny! MRS MARCH. [Drily] Let me see, which of us will have to put up with her shortcomings--Johnny or I? MARY. She looks quick, Mother. MRS MARCH. Girls pick up all sorts of things in prison. We can hardly expect her to be honest. You don't mind that, I suppose? JOHNNY. It's a chance to make something decent out of her. MRS MARCH. I can't understand this passion for vicarious heroism, Johnny. JOHNNY. Vicarious! MRS MARCH. Well, where do you come in? You'll make poems about the injustice of the Law. Your father will use her in a novel. She'll wear Mary's blouses, and everybody will be happy--except Cook and me. MR MARCH. Hang it all, Joan, you might be the Great Public itself! MRS MARCH. I am--get all the kicks and none of the ha'pence. JOHNNY. We'll all help you. MRS MARCH. For Heaven's sake--no, Johnny! MR MARCH. Well, make up your mind! MRS MARCH. It was made up long ago. JOHNNY. [Gloomily] The more I see of things the more disgusting they seem. I don't see what we're living for. All right. Chuck the girl out, and let's go rooting along with our noses in the dirt. MR MARCH. Steady, Johnny! JOHNNY.
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