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Rosalind: Dawson!

Ryder: What?

Rosalind: I wonder if you know you love me.

Ryder: (Startled) What—Oh—you know you’re remarkable!

Rosalind: Because you know I’m an awful proposition. Any one who marries me will have his hands full. I’m mean—mighty mean.

Ryder: Oh, I wouldn’t say that.

Rosalind: Oh, yes, I am—especially to the people nearest to me. (She rises.) Come, let’s go. I’ve changed my mind and I want to dance. Mother is probably having a fit.

(Exeunt. Enter Alec and Cecelia.)

Cecelia: Just my luck to get my own brother for an intermission.

Alec: (Gloomily) I’ll go if you want me to.

Cecelia: Good heavens, no—with whom would I begin the next dance? (Sighs.) There’s no color in a dance since the French officers went back.

Alec: (Thoughtfully) I don’t want Amory to fall in love with Rosalind.

Cecelia: Why, I had an idea that that was just what you did want.

Alec: I did, but since seeing these girls—I don’t know. I’m awfully attached to Amory. He’s sensitive and I don’t want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn’t care about him.