MARY. [Laughing] No. But, seriously, Dad, Johnny's not like you and me. Why not speak to Mr Bly?
MR MARCH. Mr Bly's eyes are not glad.
MARY. Dad! Do be serious! Johnny's capable of anything except a sense of humour.
MR MARCH. The girl's past makes it impossible to say anything to her.
MARY. Well, I warn you. Johnny's very queer just now; he's in the "lose the world to save your soul" mood. It really is too bad of that girl. After all, we did what most people wouldn't.
MR MARCH. Come! Get your hat on, Mary, or we shan't make the Tube before the next shower.
MARY. [Going to the door] Something must be done.
MR MARCH. As you say, something—Ah! Mr Bly!
MR BLY, in precisely the same case as a fortnight ago, with his pail and cloths, is coming in.
BLY. Afternoon, sir! Shall I be disturbing you if I do the winders here?