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           HebelievesinhisheartthatthemarriagewouldmakeAMORYmediocreandROSALINDmiserable,buthefeelsagreatsympathyforbothofthem.)

           ALEC:Hi,Amory!

           AMORY:Hi,Alec!Tomsaidhe’dmeetyouatthetheatre.

           ALEC:Yeah,justsawhim.How’stheadvertisingto-day?Writesomebrilliantcopy?

           AMORY:Oh,it’saboutthesame.Igotaraise—(Everyonelooksathimrathereagerly)—oftwodollarsaweek.(Generalcollapse.)

           MRS.CONNAGE:Come,Alec,Ihearthecar.

           (Agoodnight,ratherchillyinsections.AfterMRS.CONNAGEandALECgooutthereisapause.ROSALINDstillstaresmoodilyatthefireplace.AMORYgoestoherandputshisarmaroundher.)

           AMORY:Darlinggirl.

           (Theykiss.Anotherpauseandthensheseizeshishand,coversitwithkissesandholdsittoherbreast.)

           ROSALIND:(Sadly)Iloveyourhands,morethananything.Iseethemoftenwhenyou’reawayfromme—sotired;Iknoweverylineofthem.Dearhands!

           (Theireyesmeetforasecondandthenshebeginstocry—atearlesssobbing.)

           AMORY:Rosalind!

           ROSALIND:Oh,we’resodarnedpitiful!

           AMORY:Rosalind!

           ROSALIND:Oh,Iwanttodie!

           AMORY:Rosalind,anothernightofthisandI’llgotopieces.You’vebeenthiswayfourdaysnow.You’vegottobemoreencouragingorIcan’tworkoreatorsleep.(Helooksaroundhelplesslyasifsearchingfornewwordstoclotheanold,shopwornphrase.)We’llhavetomakeastart.Ilikehavingtomakeastarttogether.(Hisforcedhopefulnessfadesasheseesherunresponsive.