ROSALIND: (Taking his hand gently) You know I love you, don’t you?
AMORY: Yes.
ROSALIND: You know I’ll always love you—
AMORY: Don’t talk that way; you frighten me. It sounds as if we weren’t going to have each other. (She cries a little and rising from the couch goes to the armchair.) I’ve felt all afternoon that things were worse. I nearly went wild down at the office—couldn’t write a line. Tell me everything.
ROSALIND: There’s nothing to tell, I say. I’m just nervous.
AMORY: Rosalind, you’re playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder.
ROSALIND: (After a pause) He’s been asking me to all day.
AMORY: Well, he’s got his nerve!
ROSALIND: (After another pause) I like him.
AMORY: Don’t say that. It hurts me.