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The Débutante
)What’sthematter?(Hegetsupsuddenlyandstartstopacethefloor.)It’sDawsonRyder,that’swhatitis.He’sbeenworkingonyournerves.You’vebeenwithhimeveryafternoonforaweek.Peoplecomeandtellmethey’veseenyoutogether,andIhavetosmileandnodandpretendithasn’ttheslightestsignificanceforme.Andyouwon’ttellmeanythingasitdevelops.
ROSALIND:Amory,ifyoudon’tsitdownI’llscream.
AMORY:(Sittingdownsuddenlybesideher)Oh,Lord.
ROSALIND:(Takinghishandgently)YouknowIloveyou,don’tyou?
AMORY:Yes.
ROSALIND:YouknowI’llalwaysloveyou—
AMORY:Don’ttalkthatway;youfrightenme.Itsoundsasifweweren’tgoingtohaveeachother.(Shecriesalittleandrisingfromthecouchgoestothearmchair.)I’vefeltallafternoonthatthingswereworse.Inearlywentwilddownattheoffice—couldn’twritealine.Tellmeeverything.
ROSALIND:There’snothingtotell,Isay.I’mjustnervous.
AMORY:Rosalind,you’replayingwiththeideaofmarryingDawsonRyder.
ROSALIND:(Afterapause)He’sbeenaskingmetoallday.
AMORY:Well,he’sgothisnerve!
ROSALIND:(Afteranotherpause)Ilikehim.
AMORY:Don’tsaythat.Ithurtsme.
ROSALIND:Don’tbeasillyidiot.Youknowyou’retheonlymanI’veeverloved,everwilllove.
AMORY:(Quickly)Rosalind,let’sgetmarried—nextweek.
ROSALIND:Wecan’t.
AMORY:Whynot?
ROSALIND:Oh,wecan’t.I’dbeyoursquaw—insomehorribleplace.
AMORY:We’llhavetwohundredandseventy-fivedollarsamonthalltold.