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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

afternoon for a week. People come and tell me they've seen you together, 

and I have to smile and nod and pretend it hasn't the slightest 

significance for me. And you won't tell me anything as it develops. 

 

ROSALIND: Amory, if you don't sit down I'll scream. 

 

AMORY: (Sitting down suddenly beside her) Oh, Lord. 

 

ROSALIND: (Taking his hand gently) You know I love you, don't you? 

 

AMORY: Yes. 

 

ROSALIND: You know I'll always love you-- 

 

AMORY: Don't talk that way; you frighten me. It sounds as if we weren't 

going to have each other. (She cries a little and rising from the couch 

goes to the armchair.) I've felt all afternoon that things were worse. 

I nearly went wild down at the office--couldn't write a line. Tell me 

everything. 

 

ROSALIND: There's nothing to tell, I say. I'm just nervous. 

 

AMORY: Rosalind, you're playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder. 

 

ROSALIND: (After a pause) He's been asking me to all day. 

 

AMORY: Well, he's got his nerve! 

 

ROSALIND: (After another pause) I like him. 

 

AMORY: Don't say that. It hurts me. 

 

ROSALIND: Don't be a silly idiot. You know you're the only man I've ever 

loved, ever will love. 

 

AMORY: (Quickly) Rosalind, let's get married--next week. 

 

ROSALIND: We can't. 

 

AMORY: Why not? 

 

ROSALIND: Oh, we can't. I'd be your squaw--in some horrible place. 

 

AMORY: We'll have two hundred and seventy-five dollars a month all told. 

 

ROSALIND: Darling, I don't even do my own hair, usually. 

 

AMORY: I'll do it for you. 

 

ROSALIND: (Between a laugh and a sob) Thanks. 

 

AMORY: Rosalind, you _can't_ be thinking of marrying some one else. Tell 

me! You leave me in the dark. I can help you fight it out if you'll only 

tell me. 

 

ROSALIND: It's just--us. We're pitiful, that's all. The very qualities I 

love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure. 

 

AMORY: (Grimly) Go on. 

 

ROSALIND: Oh--it _is_ Dawson Ryder. He's so reliable, I almost feel that 

he'd be a--a background. 

 

AMORY: You don't love him. 

 

ROSALIND: I know, but I respect him, and he's a good man and a strong 


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