JOHNNY. A blue night--the moon over the Park. And she stops and looks at it.--What has she wanted--the beautiful--something better than she's got--something that she'll never get! COOK. 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. 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. End of Project Gutenberg's Windows (Fifth Series Plays), by John Galsworthy