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           CONNAGE:Herfatherhasmarshalledeightbachelormillionairestomeether.

           ALEC:Youmightformasquadandmarchthroughthehalls.

           MRS.CONNAGE:I’mperfectlyserious—forallIknowshemaybeattheCocoanutGrovewithsomefootballplayeronthenightofherdebut.YoulookleftandI’ll—

           ALEC:(Flippantly)Hadn’tyoubettersendthebutlerthroughthecellar?

           MRS.CONNAGE:(Perfectlyserious)Oh,youdon’tthinkshe’dbethere?

           CECELIA:He’sonlyjoking,mother.

           ALEC:Motherhadapictureofhertappingakegofbeerwithsomehighhurdler.

           MRS.CONNAGE:Let’slookrightaway.

           (Theygoout.ROSALINDcomesinwithGILLESPIE.)

           GILLESPIE:Rosalind—OncemoreIaskyou.Don’tyoucareablessedthingaboutme?

           (AMORYwalksinbriskly.)

           AMORY:Mydance.

           ROSALIND:Mr.Gillespie,thisisMr.Blaine.

           GILLESPIE:I’vemetMr.Blaine.FromLakeGeneva,aren’tyou?

           AMORY:Yes.

           GILLESPIE:(Desperately)I’vebeenthere.It’sinthe—theMiddleWest,isn’tit?

           AMORY:(Spicily)Approximately.ButIalwaysfeltthatI’dratherbeprovincialhot-tamalethansoupwithoutseasoning.

           GILLESPIE:What!

           AMORY:Oh,nooffense.

           (GILLESPIEbowsandleaves.)

           ROSALIND:He’stoomuchpeople.

           AMORY:Iwasinlovewithapeopleonce.

           ROSALIND:So?

           AMORY:Oh,yes—hernamewasIsabelle—nothingatalltoherexceptwhatIreadintoher.

           ROSALIND:Whathappened?

           AMORY:FinallyIconvincedherthatshewassmarterthanIwas—thenshethrewmeover.SaidIwascriticalandimpractical,youknow.