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She: Nineteen—just.

He: I suppose you’re the product of a fashionable school.

She: No—I’m fairly raw material. I was expelled from Spence—I’ve forgotten why.

He: What’s your general trend?

She: Oh, I’m bright, quite selfish, emotional when aroused, fond of admiration——

He: (Suddenly) I don’t want to fall in love with you——

She: (Raising her eyebrows) Nobody asked you to.

He: (Continuing coldly) But I probably will. I love your mouth.

She: Hush! Please don’t fall in love with my mouth—hair, eyes, shoulders, slippers—but not my mouth. Everybody falls in love with my mouth.

He: It’s quite beautiful.

She: It’s too small.

He: No it isn’t—let’s see.

(He kisses her again with the same thoroughness.)

She: (Rather moved) Say something sweet.

He: (Frightened) Lord help me.

She: (Drawing away) Well, don’t—if it’s so hard.

He: Shall we pretend? So soon?

She: We haven’t the same standards of time as other people.

He: Already it’s—other people.

She: Let’s pretend.

He: No—I can’t—it’s sentiment.

She: You’re not sentimental?