FAITH. Where am I to go?
MRS MARCH. You will have four pounds, and you can get another place.
FAITH. How?
MRS MARCH. That's hardly my affair.
FAITH. [Tossing her head] All right!
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.