MRS MARCH. I'll speak to your father, if he isn't gone.
FAITH. Why do you send me away—just for a kiss! What's a kiss?
MRS MARCH. That will do.
FAITH. [Desperately] He wanted to—to save me.
MRS MARCH. You know perfectly well people can only save themselves.
FAITH. I don't care for your son; I've got a young—[She checks herself]
I—I'll leave your son alone, if he leaves me.
MRS MARCH rings the bell on the table.
[Desolately] Well? [She moves towards the door. Suddenly holding out the flower] Mr March gave me that flower; would you like it back?
MRS MARCH. Don't be absurd! If you want more money till you get a place, let me know.
FAITH. I won't trouble you.