[Bitterly] There
isn't a faith or an illusion left. Look here! I want to help you.
FAITH. [Surprisingly] My baby was little and weak.
JOHNNY. You never meant--You didn't do it for your own advantage.
FAITH. It didn't know it was alive. [Suddenly] D'you think I'm pretty?
JOHNNY. As pie.
FAITH. Then you'd better keep away, hadn't you?
JOHNNY. Why?
FAITH. You might want a bite.
JOHNNY. Oh! I can trust myself.
FAITH. [Turning to the window, through which can be seen the darkening
of a shower] It's raining. Father says windows never stay clean.
They stand dose together, unaware that COOK has thrown up the
service shutter, to see why the clearing takes so long. Her
astounded head and shoulders pass into view just as FAITH suddenly
puts up her face. JOHNNY'S lips hesitate, then move towards her
forehead. But her face shifts, and they find themselves upon her
lips. Once there, the emphasis cannot help but be considerable.
COOK'S mouth falls open.
COOK. Oh!
She closes the shutter, vanishing.
FAITH. What was that?
JOHNNY. Nothing. [Breaking away] Look here! I didn't mean--I oughtn't
to have--Please forget it!
FAITH. [With a little smile] Didn't you like it?
JOHNNY. Yes--that's just it. I didn't mean to It won't do.
FAITH. Why not?
JOHNNY. No, no! It's just the opposite of what--No, no!
He goes to the door, wrenches it open and goes out.
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