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           )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.