Gwen: Yes.
John: I mean, life was probably fairly simple to the early Victorian girl. She was brought up entirely without any sex in her life, waiting for a man to marry her. Anything else was so unthinkable that she didn’t think about it. The rules of her conduct were imposed from without. She had no decisions to make. So she didn’t worry. It’s different now.
Gwen: It is.
John: She’s got no respect for the outside rules; she’s got to find her inside ones. She is worrying. Whether you like it or not, she is. A great deal. Talking, thinking, deciding. Not always as her elders would like. But there are some fine people among ’em; they’ll do the devil of a lot to make a better world.
Gwen: I hope that’s true.
Margaret: They’re claiming a good deal more out of life.
John: Why shouldn’t they?
Gwen: Hear, hear!
Colin: You’re a dangerous influence, young man.
John: To you old men; I hope so; you’ve been damned dangerous to us!