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.
MARY. Faith! She's got on very fast this fortnight.
MR MARCH. The glad eye, Mary. I got it that first morning.
MARY. You, Dad?