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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

 

ROSALIND: What are you going to do? 

 

AMORY: Can't say--run for President, write-- 

 

ROSALIND: Greenwich Village? 

 

AMORY: Good heavens, no--I said write--not drink. 

 

ROSALIND: I like business men. Clever men are usually so homely. 

 

AMORY: I feel as if I'd known you for ages. 

 

ROSALIND: Oh, are you going to commence the "pyramid" story? 

 

AMORY: No--I was going to make it French. I was Louis XIV and you were 

one of my--my--(Changing his tone.) Suppose--we fell in love. 

 

ROSALIND: I've suggested pretending. 

 

AMORY: If we did it would be very big. 

 

ROSALIND: Why? 

 

AMORY: Because selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great 

loves. 

 

ROSALIND: (Turning her lips up) Pretend. 

 

(Very deliberately they kiss.) 

 

AMORY: I can't say sweet things. But you _are_ beautiful. 

 

ROSALIND: Not that. 

 

AMORY: What then? 

 

ROSALIND: (Sadly) Oh, nothing--only I want sentiment, real 

sentiment--and I never find it. 

 

AMORY: I never find anything else in the world--and I loathe it. 

 

ROSALIND: It's so hard to find a male to gratify one's artistic taste. 

 

(Some one has opened a door and the music of a waltz surges into the 

room. ROSALIND rises.) 

 

ROSALIND: Listen! they're playing "Kiss Me Again." 

 

(He looks at her.) 

 

AMORY: Well? 

 

ROSALIND: Well? 

 

AMORY: (Softly--the battle lost) I love you. 

 

ROSALIND: I love you--now. 

 

(They kiss.) 

 

AMORY: Oh, God, what have I done? 

 

ROSALIND: Nothing. Oh, don't talk. Kiss me again. 

 

AMORY: I don't know why or how, but I love you--from the moment I saw 

you. 

 

ROSALIND: Me too--I--I--oh, to-night's to-night. 

 

(Her brother strolls in, starts and then in a loud voice says: "Oh, 

excuse me," and goes.) 

 

ROSALIND: (Her lips scarcely stirring) Don't let me go--I don't care who 

knows what I do. 

 

AMORY: Say it! 

 

ROSALIND: I love you--now. (They part.) Oh--I am very youthful, thank 

God--and rather beautiful, thank God--and happy, thank God, thank 

God--(She pauses and then, in an odd burst of prophecy, adds) Poor 

Amory! 

 

(He kisses her again.) 


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