MRS MARCH. The fact that she suffered doesn't alter her nature; or the danger to you and us.
JOHNNY. There is no danger—I told her I didn't mean it.
MRS MARCH. And she smiled? Didn't she?
JOHNNY. I—I don't know.
MRS MARCH. If you were ordinary, Johnny, it would be the girl's look-out. But you're not, and I'm not going to have you in the trap she'll set for you.
JOHNNY. You think she's a designing minx. I tell you she's got no more design in her than a rabbit. She's just at the mercy of anything.
MRS MARCH. That's the trap. She'll play on your feelings, and you'll be caught.
JOHNNY. I'm not a baby.
MRS MARCH. You are—and she'll smother you.
JOHNNY. How beastly women are to each other!