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           GILLESPIE:Areyouserious?

           ROSALIND:Aboutasusual.Thereusedtobetwokindsofkisses:Firstwhengirlswerekissedanddeserted;second,whentheywereengaged.Nowthere’sathirdkind,wherethemaniskissedanddeserted.IfMr.Jonesoftheninetiesbraggedhe’dkissedagirl,everyoneknewhewasthroughwithher.IfMr.Jonesof1919bragsthesameeveryoneknowsit’sbecausehecan’tkissheranymore.Givenadecentstartanygirlcanbeatamannowadays.

           GILLESPIE:Thenwhydoyouplaywithmen?

           ROSALIND:(Leaningforwardconfidentially)Forthatfirstmoment,whenhe’sinterested.Thereisamoment—Oh,justbeforethefirstkiss,awhisperedword—somethingthatmakesitworthwhile.

           GILLESPIE:Andthen?

           ROSALIND:Thenafterthatyoumakehimtalkabouthimself.Prettysoonhethinksofnothingbutbeingalonewithyou—hesulks,hewon’tfight,hedoesn’twanttoplay—Victory!

           (EnterDAWSONRYDER,twenty-six,handsome,wealthy,faithfultohisown,aboreperhaps,butsteadyandsureofsuccess.)

           RYDER:Ibelievethisismydance,Rosalind.

           ROSALIND:Well,Dawson,soyourecognizeme.NowIknowIhaven’tgottoomuchpainton.Mr.Ryder,thisisMr.Gillespie.

           (TheyshakehandsandGILLESPIEleaves,tremendouslydowncast.)

           RYDER:Yourpartyiscertainlyasuccess.

           ROSALIND:Isit—Ihaven’tseenitlately.I’mweary—Doyoumindsittingoutaminute?

           RYDER:Mind—I’mdelighted.YouknowIloathethis"rushing"idea.Seeagirlyesterday,to-day,to-morrow.