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. The moonlight and the air flood in.
COOK. [Coming to the table and taking up the empty decanter] My Holy Ma!
MR MARCH. Is this the Millennium, Cook?
COOK. Oh! Master Geoffrey – there isn't a millehennium. There's too much human nature. We must look things in the face.
MR MARCH. Ah! Neither up – nor down – but straight in the face! Quite a thought, Cook! Quite a thought!
CURTAIN.