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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

a younger edition. This is Cecelia Connage, sixteen, pretty, shrewd, and 

constitutionally good-humored. She is dressed for the evening in a gown 

the obvious simplicity of which probably bores her. She goes to the 

nearest pile, selects a small pink garment and holds it up appraisingly. 

 

CECELIA: Pink? 

 

ROSALIND: (Outside) Yes! 

 

CECELIA: _Very_ snappy? 

 

ROSALIND: Yes! 

 

CECELIA: I've got it! 

 

(She sees herself in the mirror of the dressing-table and commences to 

shimmy enthusiastically.) 

 

ROSALIND: (Outside) What are you doing--trying it on? 

 

(CECELIA ceases and goes out carrying the garment at the right shoulder. 

 

From the other door, enters ALEC CONNAGE. He looks around quickly and in 

a huge voice shouts: Mama! There is a chorus of protest from next door 

and encouraged he starts toward it, but is repelled by another chorus.) 

 

ALEC: So _that's_ where you all are! Amory Blaine is here. 

 

CECELIA: (Quickly) Take him down-stairs. 

 

ALEC: Oh, he _is_ down-stairs. 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Well, you can show him where his room is. Tell him I'm 

sorry that I can't meet him now. 

 

ALEC: He's heard a lot about you all. I wish you'd hurry. Father's 

telling him all about the war and he's restless. He's sort of 

temperamental. 

 

(This last suffices to draw CECELIA into the room.) 

 

CECELIA: (Seating herself high upon lingerie) How do you 

mean--temperamental? You used to say that about him in letters. 

 

ALEC: Oh, he writes stuff. 

 

CECELIA: Does he play the piano? 

 

ALEC: Don't think so. 

 

CECELIA: (Speculatively) Drink? 

 

ALEC: Yes--nothing queer about him. 

 

CECELIA: Money? 

 

ALEC: Good Lord--ask him, he used to have a lot, and he's got some 

income now. 

 

(MRS. CONNAGE appears.) 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Alec, of course we're glad to have any friend of yours-- 

 

ALEC: You certainly ought to meet Amory. 

 

MRS. CONNAGE: Of course, I want to. But I think it's so childish of you 

to leave a perfectly good home to go and live with two other boys in 

some impossible apartment. I hope it isn't in order that you can all 


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