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The Débutante
ROSALIND:Darling,Idon’tevendomyownhair,usually.
AMORY:I’lldoitforyou.
ROSALIND:(Betweenalaughandasob)Thanks.
AMORY:Rosalind,youcan’tbethinkingofmarryingsomeoneelse.Tellme!Youleavemeinthedark.Icanhelpyoufightitoutifyou’llonlytellme.
ROSALIND:It’sjust—us.We’repitiful,that’sall.TheveryqualitiesIloveyouforaretheonesthatwillalwaysmakeyouafailure.
AMORY:(Grimly)Goon.
ROSALIND:Oh—itisDawsonRyder.He’ssoreliable,Ialmostfeelthathe’dbea—abackground.
AMORY:Youdon’tlovehim.
ROSALIND:Iknow,butIrespecthim,andhe’sagoodmanandastrongone.
AMORY:(Grudgingly)Yes—he’sthat.
ROSALIND:Well—here’sonelittlething.TherewasalittlepoorboywemetinRyeTuesdayafternoon—and,oh,DawsontookhimonhislapandtalkedtohimandpromisedhimanIndiansuit—andnextdayherememberedandboughtit—and,oh,itwassosweetandIcouldn’thelpthinkinghe’dbesoniceto—toourchildren—takecareofthem—andIwouldn’thavetoworry.
AMORY:(Indespair)Rosalind!Rosalind!
ROSALIND:(Withafaintroguishness)Don’tlooksoconsciouslysuffering.
AMORY:Whatpowerwehaveofhurtingeachother!
ROSALIND:(Commencingtosobagain)It’sbeensoperfect—youandI.SolikeadreamthatI’dlongedforandneverthoughtI’dfind.ThefirstrealunselfishnessI’veeverfeltinmylife.
