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He: Oh, I’m sorry. I thought——

She: (Smiling radiantly) Oh, you’re Amory Blaine, aren’t you?

He: (Regarding her closely) And you’re Rosalind?

She: I’m going to call you Amory—oh, come in—it’s all right—mother’ll be right in—(under her breath) unfortunately.

He: (Gazing around) This is sort of a new wrinkle for me.

She: This is No Man’s Land.

He: This is where you—you—(pause)

She: Yes—all those things. (She crosses to the bureau.) See, here’s my rouge—eye pencils.

He: I didn’t know you were that way.

She: What did you expect?

He: I thought you’d be sort of—sort of—sexless, you know, swim and play golf.

She: Oh, I do—but not in business hours.

He: Business?

She: Six to two—strictly.

He: I’d like to have some stock in the corporation.

She: Oh, it’s not a corporation—it’s just “Rosalind, Unlimited.” Fifty-one shares, name, good-will, and everything goes at $25,000 a year.

He: (Disapprovingly) Sort of a chilly proposition.

She: Well, Amory, you don’t mind—do you? When I meet a man that doesn’t bore me to death after two weeks, perhaps it’ll be different.