COOK. Oh! dear, he will be angry with me. If you hadn"t been in the kitchen and heard me, ma"am, I"d ha" let it pa.s.s.
MRS MARCH. That would have been very wrong of you.
COOK. Ah! But I"d do a lot of wrong things for Master Johnny. There"s always some one you"ll go wrong for!
MRS MARCH. Well, get Mr Bly; and take that tray, there"s a good soul.
COOK goes out with the tray; and while waiting, MRS MARCH finishes clearing the table. She has not quite finished when MR BLY enters.
BLY. Your service, ma"am!
MRS MARCH. [With embarra.s.sment] I"m very sorry, Mr Bly, but circ.u.mstances over which I have no control--
BLY. [With deprecation] Ah! we all has them. The winders ought to be done once a week now the Spring"s on "em.
MRS MARCH. No, no; it"s your daughter--
BLY. [Deeply] Not been given" way to"er instincts, I do trust.
MRS MARCH. Yes. I"ve just had to say good-bye to her.
BLY. [Very blank] Nothing to do with property, I hope?
MRS MARCH. No, no! Giddiness with my son. It"s impossible; she really must learn.
BLY. Oh! but "oo"s to learn "er? Couldn"t you learn your son instead?
MRS MARCH. No. My son is very high-minded.
BLY. [Dubiously] I see. How am I goin" to get over this? Shall I tell you what I think, ma"am?
MRS MARCH. I"m afraid it"ll be no good.
BLY. That"s it. Character"s born, not made. You can clean yer winders and clean "em, but that don"t change the colour of the gla.s.s. My father would have given her a good hidin", but I shan"t. Why not? Because my gla.s.s ain"t as thick as his. I see through it; I see my girl"s temptations, I see what she is--likes a bit o" life, likes a flower, an"
a dance. She"s a natural morganatic.
MRS MARCH. A what?
BLY. Nothin"ll ever make her regular. Mr March"ll understand how I feel. Poor girl! In the mud again. Well, we must keep smilin". [His face is as long as his arm] The poor "ave their troubles, there"s no doubt. [He turns to go] There"s nothin" can save her but money, so as she can do as she likes. Then she wouldn"t want to do it.
MRS MARCH. I"m very sorry, but there it is.
BLY. And I thought she was goin" to be a success here. Fact is, you can"t see anything till it "appens. There"s winders all round, but you can"t see. Follow your instincts--it"s the only way.
MRS MARCH. It hasn"t helped your daughter.
BLY. I was speakin" philosophic! Well, I"ll go "ome now, and prepare meself for the worst.
MRS MARCH. Has Cook given you your money?
BLY. She "as.
He goes out gloomily and is nearly overthrown in the doorway by the violent entry of JOHNNY.
JOHNNY. What"s this, Mother? I won"t have it--it"s pre-war.
MRS MARCH. [Indicating MR BLY] Johnny!
JOHNNY waves BLY out of the room and doses the door.
JOHNNY. I won"t have her go. She"s a pathetic little creature.
MRS MARCH. [Unruffled] She"s a minx.
JOHNNY. Mother!
MRS MARCH. Now, Johnny, be sensible. She"s a very pretty girl, and this is my house.
JOHNNY. Of course you think the worst. Trust anyone who wasn"t in the war for that!
MRS MARCH. I don"t think either the better or the worse. Kisses are kisses!
JOHNNY. Mother, you"re like the papers--you put in all the vice and leave out all the virtue, and call that human nature. The kiss was an accident that I bitterly regret.
MRS MARCH. Johnny, how can you?
JOHNNY. Dash it! You know what I mean. I regret it with my--my conscience. It shan"t occur again.
MRS MARCH. Till next time.
JOHNNY. Mother, you make me despair. You"re so matter-of-fact, you never give one credit for a pure ideal.
MRS MARCH. I know where ideals lead.
JOHNNY. Where?
MRS MARCH. Into the soup. And the purer they are, the hotter the soup.
JOHNNY. And you married father!
MRS MARCH. I did.
JOHNNY. Well, that girl is not to be chucked out; won"t have her on my chest.
MRS MARCH. That"s why she"s going, Johnny.
JOHNNY. She is not. Look at me!