JOHNNY catches the look, jibs ever so little, and goes
out.
COOK'S VOICE. [Through the door, which is still ajar] Faith!
FAITH puts the decanters on the table, and goes quickly out.
MR MARCH. [Who has seen this little by-play--to himself--in a voice of
dismay] Oh! oh! I wonder!
CURTAIN.
ACT II
A fortnight later in the MARCH'S dining-room; a day of violent
April showers. Lunch is over and the table littered with, remains--
twelve baskets full.
MR MARCH and MARY have lingered. MR MARCH is standing by the hearth
where a fire is burning, filling a fountain pen. MARY sits at the
table opposite, pecking at a walnut.
MR MARCH. [Examining his fingers] What it is to have an inky present!
Suffer with me, Mary!
MARY. "Weep ye no more, sad Fountains!
Why need ye flow so fast?"
MR MARCH. [Pocketing his pen] Coming with me to the British Museum?
I want to have a look at the Assyrian reliefs.
MARY. Dad, have you noticed Johnny?
MR MARCH. I have.
MARY. Then only Mother hasn't.
MR MARCH. I've always found your mother extremely good at seeming not to
notice things, Mary.
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