Oh! Master Johnny!
She goes up to JOHNNY and touches his forehead. He comes to himself
and hurries to the door, but suddenly MRS MARCH utters a little
feathery laugh. She stands up, swaying slightly. There is
something unusual and charming in her appearance, as if formality
had dropped from her.
MRS MARCH. [With a sort of delicate slow lack of perfect sobriety] I
see--it--all. You--can't--help--unless--you--love!
JOHNNY stops and looks round at her.
MR MARCH. [Moving a little towards her] Joan!
MRS MARCH. She--wants--to--be--loved. It's the way of the world.
MARY. [Turning] Mother!
MRS MARCH. You thought she wanted--to be saved. Silly! She--just--
wants--to--be--loved. Quite natural!
MR MARCH. Joan, what's happened to you?
MRS MARCH. [Smiling and nodding] See--people--as--they--are! Then you
won't be--disappointed. Don't--have--ideals! Have--vision--just simple
--vision!
MR MARCH. Your mother's not well.
MRS MARCH. [Passing her hand over her forehead] It's hot in here!
MR MARCH. Mary!
MARY throws open the French windows.
MRS MARCH. [Delightfully] The room's full of GAS. Open the windows!
Open! And let's walk--out--into the air!
She turns and walks delicately out through the opened windows;
JOHNNY and MARY follow her.
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