JOHNNY. There are thousands who feel like me—that the bottom's out of everything. It sickens me that anything in the least generous should get sat on by all you people who haven't risked your lives.
MRS MARCH. [With a smile] I risked mine when you were born, Johnny. You were always very difficult.
JOHNNY. That girl's been telling me—I can see the whole thing.
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.