ROSALIND: Dawson says I’d learn to love him.
(AMORY with his head sunk in his hands does not move. The life seems suddenly gone out of him.)
ROSALIND: Lover! Lover! I can’t do with you, and I can’t imagine life without you.
AMORY: Rosalind, we’re on each other’s nerves. It’s just that we’re both high-strung, and this week—
(His voice is curiously old. She crosses to him and taking his face in her hands, kisses him.)
ROSALIND: I can’t, Amory. I can’t be shut away from the trees and flowers, cooped up in a little flat, waiting for you. You’d hate me in a narrow atmosphere. I’d make you hate me.
(Again she is blinded by sudden uncontrolled tears.)
AMORY: Rosalind—
ROSALIND: Oh, darling, go—Don’t make it harder! I can’t stand it—
AMORY: (His face drawn, his voice strained) Do you know what you’re saying? Do you mean forever?