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ays intently, even when she smiles. The door suddenly opens and then slams behind AMORY, very cool and handsome as usual. He melts into instant confusion.) HE: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought-- SHE: (Smiling radiantly) Oh, you're Amory Blaine, aren't you? HE: (Regarding her closely) And you're Rosalind? SHE: I'm going to call you Amory--oh, come in--it's all right--mother'll be right in--(under her breath) unfortunately. HE: (Gazing around) This is sort of a new wrinkle for me. SHE: This is No Man's Land. HE: This is where you--you--(pause) SHE: Yes--all those things. (She crosses to the bureau.) See, here's my rouge--eye pencils. HE: I didn't know you were that way. SHE: What did you expect? HE: I thought you'd be sort of--sort of--sexless, you know, swim and play golf. SHE: Oh, I do--but not in business hours. HE: Business? SHE: Six to two--strictly. HE: I'd like to have some stock in the corporation. SHE: Oh, it's not a corporation--it's just "Rosalind, Unlimited." Fifty-one shares, name, good-will, and everything goes at $25,000 a year. HE: (Disapprovingly) Sort of a chilly proposition. SHE: Well, Amory, you don't mind--do you? When I meet a man that doesn't bore me to death after two weeks, perhaps it'll be different. HE: Odd, you have the same point of view on men that I have on women. SHE: I'm not really feminine, you know--in my mind. 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
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