me to all day.
Amory : Well, he’s got his nerve!
Rosalind : (After another pause ) I like him.
Amory : Don’t say that. It hurts me.
Rosalind : Don’t be a silly idiot. You know you’re the only man I’ve ever loved, ever will love.
Amory : (Quickly ) Rosalind, let’s get married—next week.
Rosalind : We can’t.
Amory : Why not?
Rosalind : Oh, we can’t. I’d be your squaw—in some horrible place.
Amory : We’ll have two hundred and seventy-five dollars a month all told.
Rosalind : Darling, I don’t even do my own hair, usually.
Amory : I’ll do it for you.
Rosalind : (Between a laugh and a sob ) Thanks.
Amory : Rosalind, you can’t be thinking of marrying some one else. Tell me! You leave me in the dark. I can help you fight it out if you’ll only tell me.
Rosalind : It’s just—us. We’re pitiful, that’s all. The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.
Amory : (Grimly ) Go on.
Rosalind : Oh—it is Dawson Ryder. He’s so reliable, I almost feel that he’d be a—a background.
Amory : You don’t love him.
Rosalind : I know, but I respect him, and he’s a good man and a strong one.
Amory : (Grudgingly ) Yes—he’s that.
Rosalind : Well—here’s one little thing. There was a little poor boy we met in Rye Tuesday afternoon—and, oh, Dawson took him on his lap and talked to him and promised him an Indian suit—and next day he remembered and bought it—and, oh, it was so sweet and I couldn’t help thinking he’d be so nice to—to our children—take care of them—and I wouldn’t have to worry.
Amory : (In despair ) Rosalind! Rosalind!
Rosalind : (With a faint roguishness ) Don’t look so consciously suffering.
Amory : What power we have of hurting each other!
Rosalind : (Commencing to sob again ) It’s been so perfect—you and I. So like a dream that I’d longed for and never thought I’d find. The first real unselfishness I’ve ever felt in my life. And I can’t see it fade out in a colorless atmosphere!
Amory : It won’t—it won’t!
Rosalind : I’d rather keep it as a beautiful memory—tucked away in my heart.
Amory : Yes, women can do that—but not men. I’d remember always, not the beauty of it while it lasted, but just the bitterness, the long bitterness.
Rosalind : Don’t!
Amory : All the years never to see you, never to kiss you, just a gate shut and barred—you don’t dare be my wife.
Rosalind : No—no—I’m taking the hardest course, the strongest course. Marrying you would be a failure and I never fail—if you don’t stop walking up and down I’ll scream!
(Again he sinks despairingly onto the lounge. )
Amory : Come over here and kiss me.
Rosalind : No.
Amory : Don’t you want to kiss me?
Rosalind : To-night I want you to love me calmly and coolly.
Amory : The beginning of the end.
Rosalind : (With a burst of insight ) Amory, you’re young. I’m young. People excuse us now for our poses and vanities, for treating people like Sancho and yet getting away with it. They excuse us now. But you’ve got a lot of knocks coming to you——
Amory : And you’re afraid to take them with me.
Rosalind : No, not that. There was a poem I read somewhere—you’ll say Ella Wheeler Wilcox and laugh—but listen:
“For this is wisdom—to love and live,
To take what fate or the gods may give,
To ask no question, to make no prayer,
To kiss the lips and caress the hair,
Speed passion’s ebb as we greet its flow,
To have and to hold, and, in time—let go.”
Amory : But we haven’t had.
Rosalind : Amory, I’m yours—you know it. There have been times in the last month I’d have been completely yours if you’d said so. But I can’t marry you and ruin both our lives.
Amory : We’ve got to take our chance for happiness.
Rosalind : Dawson says I’d learn to love him.
(Amory with his head sunk in his hands does not move. The life seems suddenly gone out of him. )
Rosalind : Lover! Lover! I can’t do with you, and I can’t imagine life without you.
Amory : Rosalind, we’re on each other’s nerves. It’s just that we’re both high-strung, and this week——
(His voice is curiously old. She crosses to him and taking his face in her hands, kisses him. )
Rosalind : I can’t, Amory. I can’t be shut away from the trees and flowers, cooped up in a little flat, waiting for you. You’d hate me in a narrow atmosphere. I’d make you hate me.
(Again she is blinded by sudden uncontrolled tears. )
Amory : Rosalind——
Rosalind : Oh, darling, go—Don’t make it harder! I can’t stand it——
Amory (His face drawn, his voice strained ) Do you know what you’re saying? Do you mean forever?
(There is a difference somehow in the quality of their suffering. )
Rosalind : Can’t you see——
Amory : I’m afraid I can’t if you love me. You’re afraid of taking two years’ knocks with me.
Rosalind : I wouldn’t be the Rosalind you love.
Amory : (A little hysterically ) I can’t give you up! I can’t, that’s all! I’ve got to have you!
Rosalind : (A hard note in her voice ) You’re being a baby now.
Amory : (Wildly ) I don’t care! You’re
