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The Débutante
ThedoorsuddenlyopensandthenslamsbehindAMORY,verycoolandhandsomeasusual.Hemeltsintoinstantconfusion.)
HE:Oh,I’msorry.Ithought—
SHE:(Smilingradiantly)Oh,you’reAmoryBlaine,aren’tyou?
HE:(Regardingherclosely)Andyou’reRosalind?
SHE:I’mgoingtocallyouAmory—oh,comein—it’sallright—mother’llberightin—(underherbreath)unfortunately.
HE:(Gazingaround)Thisissortofanewwrinkleforme.
SHE:ThisisNoMan’sLand.
HE:Thisiswhereyou—you—(pause)
SHE:Yes—allthosethings.(Shecrossestothebureau.)See,here’smyrouge—eyepencils.
HE:Ididn’tknowyouwerethatway.
SHE:Whatdidyouexpect?
HE:Ithoughtyou’dbesortof—sortof—sexless,youknow,swimandplaygolf.
SHE:Oh,Ido—butnotinbusinesshours.
HE:Business?
SHE:Sixtotwo—strictly.
HE:I’dliketohavesomestockinthecorporation.
SHE:Oh,it’snotacorporation—it’sjust"Rosalind,Unlimited."Fifty-oneshares,name,good-will,andeverythinggoesat$25,000ayear.
HE:(Disapprovingly)Sortofachillyproposition.
SHE:Well,Amory,youdon’tmind—doyou?WhenImeetamanthatdoesn’tboremetodeathaftertwoweeks,perhapsit’llbedifferent.
HE:Odd,youhavethesamepointofviewonmenthatIhaveonwomen.
SHE:I’mnotreallyfeminine,youknow—inmymind.
HE:(Interested)Goon.
SHE:No,you—yougoon—you’vemademetalkaboutmyself.That’sagainsttherules.
HE:Rules?
SHE:Myownrules—butyou—Oh,Amory,Ihearyou’rebrilliant.
