MR MARCH. Great Scott! You two haven't the faintest idea of how to
conduct a parley. We have--to--er--explore every path to--find a way to
peace.
MRS MARCH. [To FAITH] Have you thought of anything to do, if you leave
here?
FAITH. Yes.
JOHNNY. What?
FAITH. I shan't say.
JOHNNY. Of course, she'll just chuck herself away.
FAITH. No, I won't. I'll go to a place I know of, where they don't want
references.
JOHNNY. Exactly!
MRS MARCH. [To FAITH] I want to ask you a question. Since you came
out, is this the first young man who's kissed you?
FAITH has hardly had time to start and manifest what may or may not
be indignation when MR MARCH dashes his hands through his hair.
MR MARCH. Joan, really!
JOHNNY. [Grimly] Don't condescend to answer!
MRS MARCH. I thought we'd met to get at the truth.
MARY. But do they ever?
FAITH. I will go out!
JOHNNY. No! [And, as his back is against the door, she can't] I'll see
that you're not insulted any more.
MR MARCH. Johnny, I know you have the best intentions, but really the
proper people to help the young are the old--like--
FAITH suddenly turns her eyes on him, and he goes on rather
hurriedly
--your mother.
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