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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

friends have been telling him for ten days that he "looks like the wrath 

of God," and he does. As a matter of fact he has not been able to eat a 

mouthful in the last thirty-six hours.) 

 

AMORY: Good evening, Mrs. Connage. 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: (Not unkindly) Good evening, Amory. 

 

(AMORY and ROSALIND exchange glances--and ALEC comes in. ALEC'S attitude 

throughout has been neutral. He believes in his heart that the marriage 

would make AMORY mediocre and ROSALIND miserable, but he feels a great 

sympathy for both of them.) 

 

ALEC: Hi, Amory! 

 

AMORY: Hi, Alec! Tom said he'd meet you at the theatre. 

 

ALEC: Yeah, just saw him. How's the advertising to-day? Write some 

brilliant copy? 

 

AMORY: Oh, it's about the same. I got a raise--(Every one looks at him 

rather eagerly)--of two dollars a week. (General collapse.) 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Come, Alec, I hear the car. 

 

(A good night, rather chilly in sections. After MRS. CONNAGE and ALEC 

go out there is a pause. ROSALIND still stares moodily at the fireplace. 

AMORY goes to her and puts his arm around her.) 

 

AMORY: Darling girl. 

 

(They kiss. Another pause and then she seizes his hand, covers it with 

kisses and holds it to her breast.) 

 

ROSALIND: (Sadly) I love your hands, more than anything. I see them 

often when you're away from me--so tired; I know every line of them. 

Dear hands! 

 

(Their eyes meet for a second and then she begins to cry--a tearless 

sobbing.) 

 

AMORY: Rosalind! 

 

ROSALIND: Oh, we're so darned pitiful! 

 

AMORY: Rosalind! 

 

ROSALIND: Oh, I want to die! 

 

AMORY: Rosalind, another night of this and I'll go to pieces. You've 

been this way four days now. You've got to be more encouraging or I 

can't work or eat or sleep. (He looks around helplessly as if searching 

for new words to clothe an old, shopworn phrase.) We'll have to make a 

start. I like having to make a start together. (His forced hopefulness 

fades as he sees her unresponsive.) What's the matter? (He gets up 

suddenly and starts to pace the floor.) It's Dawson Ryder, that's what 

it is. He's been working on your nerves. You've been with him every 


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