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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

 

HE: (Interested) Go on. 

 

SHE: No, you--you go on--you've made me talk about myself. That's 

against the rules. 

 

HE: Rules? 

 

SHE: My own rules--but you--Oh, Amory, I hear you're brilliant. The 

family expects _so_ much of you. 

 

HE: How encouraging! 

 

SHE: Alec said you'd taught him to think. Did you? I didn't believe any 

one could. 

 

HE: No. I'm really quite dull. 

 

(He evidently doesn't intend this to be taken seriously.) 

 

SHE: Liar. 

 

HE: I'm--I'm religious--I'm literary. I've--I've even written poems. 

 

SHE: Vers libre--splendid! (She declaims.) 

 

 

"The trees are green, 

The birds are singing in the trees, 

The girl sips her poison 

The bird flies away the girl dies." 

 

 

HE: (Laughing) No, not that kind. 

 

SHE: (Suddenly) I like you. 

 

HE: Don't. 

 

SHE: Modest too-- 

 

HE: I'm afraid of you. I'm always afraid of a girl--until I've kissed 

her. 

 

SHE: (Emphatically) My dear boy, the war is over. 

 

HE: So I'll always be afraid of you. 

 

SHE: (Rather sadly) I suppose you will. 

 

(A slight hesitation on both their parts.) 

 

HE: (After due consideration) Listen. This is a frightful thing to ask. 

 

SHE: (Knowing what's coming) After five minutes. 

 

HE: But will you--kiss me? Or are you afraid? 

 

SHE: I'm never afraid--but your reasons are so poor. 

 

HE: Rosalind, I really _want_ to kiss you. 

 

SHE: So do I. 

 

(They kiss--definitely and thoroughly.) 

 

HE: (After a breathless second) Well, is your curiosity satisfied? 

 

SHE: Is yours? 

 

HE: No, it's only aroused. 

 

(He looks it.) 

 

SHE: (Dreamily) I've kissed dozens of men. I suppose I'll kiss dozens 

more. 

 

HE: (Abstractedly) Yes, I suppose you could--like that. 

 

SHE: Most people like the way I kiss. 

 

HE: (Remembering himself) Good Lord, yes. Kiss me once more, Rosalind. 

 

SHE: No--my curiosity is generally satisfied at one. 

 

HE: (Discouraged) Is that a rule? 

 

SHE: I make rules to fit the cases. 

 

HE: You and I are somewhat alike--except that I'm years older in 

experience. 

 

SHE: How old are you? 

 

HE: Almost twenty-three. You? 


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