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He: Odd, you have the same point of view on men that I have on women.

She: I’m not really feminine, you know—in my mind.

He: (Interested) Go on.

She: No, you—you go on—you’ve made me talk about myself. That’s against the rules.

He: Rules?

She: My own rules—but you—Oh, Amory, I hear you’re brilliant. The family expects so much of you.

He: How encouraging!

She: Alec said you’d taught him to think. Did you? I didn’t believe any one could.

He: No. I’m really quite dull.

(He evidently doesn’t intend this to be taken seriously.)

She: Liar.

He: I’m—I’m religious—I’m literary. I’ve—I’ve even written poems.

She: Vers libre—splendid! (She declaims.)

“The trees are green,

The birds are singing in the trees,

The girl sips her poison

The bird flies away the girl dies.”

He: (Laughing) No, not that kind.

She: (Suddenly) I like you.

He: Don’t.

She: Modest too——

He: I’m afraid of you. I’m always afraid of a girl—until I’ve kissed her.

She: (Emphatically) My dear boy, the war is over.

He: So I’ll always be afraid of you.