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He: No, I’m romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t. Sentiment is emotional.

She: And you’re not? (With her eyes half-closed.) You probably flatter yourself that that’s a superior attitude.

He: Well—Rosalind, Rosalind, don’t argue—kiss me again.

She: (Quite chilly now) No—I have no desire to kiss you.

He: (Openly taken aback) You wanted to kiss me a minute ago.

She: This is now.

He: I’d better go.

She: I suppose so.

(He goes toward the door.)

She: Oh!

(He turns.)

She: (Laughing) Score—Home Team: One hundred—Opponents: Zero.

(He starts back.)

She: (Quickly) Rain—no game.

(He goes out.)

(She goes quietly to the chiffonier, takes out a cigarette-case and hides it in the side drawer of a desk. Her mother enters, note-book in hand.)

Mrs. Connage: Good—I’ve been wanting to speak to you alone before we go down-stairs.

Rosalind: Heavens! you frighten me!

Mrs. Connage: Rosalind, you’ve been a very expensive proposition.

Rosalind: (Resignedly) Yes.