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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

through lunch. He thought perhaps he was one of these hollow optimists. 

 

***** 

 

FIVE WEEKS LATER 

 

Again the library of the Connage house. ROSALIND is alone, sitting 

on the lounge staring very moodily and unhappily at nothing. She has 

changed perceptibly--she is a trifle thinner for one thing; the light in 

her eyes is not so bright; she looks easily a year older. 

 

Her mother comes in, muffled in an opera-cloak. She takes in ROSALIND 

with a nervous glance. 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Who is coming to-night? 

 

(ROSALIND fails to hear her, at least takes no notice.) 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Alec is coming up to take me to this Barrie play, "Et tu, 

Brutus." (She perceives that she is talking to herself.) Rosalind! I 

asked you who is coming to-night? 

 

ROSALIND: (Starting) Oh--what--oh--Amory-- 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: (Sarcastically) You have so _many_ admirers lately that I 

couldn't imagine _which_ one. (ROSALIND doesn't answer.) Dawson Ryder 

is more patient than I thought he'd be. You haven't given him an evening 

this week. 

 

ROSALIND: (With a very weary expression that is quite new to her face.) 

Mother--please-- 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Oh, _I_ won't interfere. You've already wasted over two 

months on a theoretical genius who hasn't a penny to his name, but _go_ 

ahead, waste your life on him. _I_ won't interfere. 

 

ROSALIND: (As if repeating a tiresome lesson) You know he has a 

little income--and you know he's earning thirty-five dollars a week in 

advertising-- 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: And it wouldn't buy your clothes. (She pauses but ROSALIND 

makes no reply.) I have your best interests at heart when I tell you not 

to take a step you'll spend your days regretting. It's not as if your 

father could help you. Things have been hard for him lately and he's an 

old man. You'd be dependent absolutely on a dreamer, a nice, well-born 

boy, but a dreamer--merely _clever_. (She implies that this quality in 

itself is rather vicious.) 

 

ROSALIND: For heaven's sake, mother-- 

 

(A maid appears, announces Mr. Blaine who follows immediately. AMORY'S 


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