He goes out with his apparition, shepherded by MR MARCH.
MRS MARCH drinks off her fourth glass of brandy. A peculiar whistle
is heard through the open door, and FAITH starts forward.
JOHNNY. Stand still!
FAITH. I--I must go.
MARY. Johnny--let her!
FAITH. There's a friend waiting for me.
JOHNNY. Let her wait! You're not fit to go out to-night.
MARY. Johnny! Really! You're not the girl's Friendly Society!
JOHNNY. You none of you care a pin's head what becomes of her. Can't
you see she's on the edge? The whistle is heard again, but fainter.
FAITH. I'm not in prison now.
JOHNNY. [Taking her by the arm] All right! I'll come with you.
FAITH. [Recoiling] No.
Voices are heard in the hall.
MARY. Who's that with father? Johnny, for goodness' sake don't make us
all ridiculous.
MR MARCH'S voice is heard saying: "Your friend in here." He enters,
followed by a reluctant young man in a dark suit, with dark hair and
a pale square face, enlivened by strange, very living, dark, bull's
eyes.
MR MARCH. [To FAITH, who stands shrinking a little] I came on this--er
--friend of yours outside; he's been waiting for you some time, he says.
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