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got some winders there lookin' right over the country. And a wonderful lot o' books, if you feel inclined for a read one of these days. COOK'S Voice. Faith! FAITH sets down the salt cellar in her hand, puts her tongue out a very little, and goes out into the hall. MR BLY is gathering up his pail and cloths when MR MARCH enters at the window. MR MARCH. So it's fixed up, Mr Bly. BLY. [Raising himself] I'd like to shake your 'and, sir. [They shake hands] It's a great weight off my mind. MR MARCH. It's rather a weight on my wife's, I'm afraid. But we must hope for the best. The country wants rain, but--I doubt if we shall get it with this Government. BLY. Ah! We want the good old times-when you could depend on the seasons. The further you look back the more dependable the times get; 'ave you noticed that, sir? MR MARCH. [Suddenly] Suppose they'd hanged your daughter, Mr Bly. What would you have done? BLY. Well, to be quite frank, I should 'ave got drunk on it. MR MARCH. Public opinion's always in advance of the Law. I think your daughter's a most pathetic little figure. BLY. Her looks are against her. I never found a man that didn't. MR MARCH. [A little disconcerted] Well, we'll try and give her a good show here. BLY. [Taking up his pail] I'm greatly obliged; she'll appreciate anything you can do for her. [He moves to the door and pauses there to say] Fact is--her winders wants cleanin', she 'ad a dusty time in there. MR MARCH. I'm sure she had. MR BLY passes out, and MR MARCH busies himself in gathering up his writing things preparatory to seeking his study. While he is so engaged FAITH comes in. Glancing at him, she resumes her placing of the decanters, as JOHNNY enters by the window, and comes down to his father by the hearth. JOHNNY. [Privately] If you haven't begun your morning, Dad, you might just tell me what you think of these verses. He puts a sheet of notepaper before his father, who takes it and begins to con over the verses thereon, while JOHNNY looks carefully at his nails. MR MARCH. Er--I--I like the last line awfully, Johnny. JOHNNY. [Gloomily] What about the other eleven? MR MARCH. [Tentatively] Well--old man, I--er--think perhaps it'd be stronger if they were out. JOHNNY. Good God! He takes back the sheet of paper, clutches his brow, and crosses to the door.
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