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(Some one has opened a door and the music of a waltz surges into the room. Rosalind rises.)
Rosalind: Listen! they’re playing “Kiss Me Again.”
(He looks at her.)
Amory: Well?
Rosalind: Well?
Amory: (Softly—the battle lost) I love you.
Rosalind: I love you—now.
(They kiss.)
Amory: Oh, God, what have I done?
Rosalind: Nothing. Oh, don’t talk. Kiss me again.
Amory: I don’t know why or how, but I love you—from the moment I saw you.
Rosalind: Me too—I—I—oh, to-night’s to-night.
(Her brother strolls in, starts and then in a loud voice says: “Oh, excuse me,” and goes.)
Rosalind: (Her lips scarcely stirring) Don’t let me go—I don’t care who knows what I do.
Amory: Say it!
Rosalind: I love you—now. (They part.) Oh—I am very youthful, thank God—and rather beautiful, thank God—and happy, thank God, thank God—(She pauses and then, in an odd burst of prophecy, adds) Poor Amory!
(He kisses her again.)
Kismet.
Within two weeks Amory and Rosalind were deeply and passionately in love. The critical qualities which had spoiled for each of them a dozen romances were dulled by the great wave of emotion that washed over them.