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MRS.
CONNAGE
:
Rosalind
's
almost
finished
so
I
can
go
down
and
meet
your
friend
.
(
ALEC
and
his
mother
go
out
.
)
ROSALIND
:
(
Outside
)
Oh
,
mother
--
CECELIA
:
Mother
's
gone
down
.
(
And
now
ROSALIND
enters
.
ROSALIND
is
--
utterly
ROSALIND
.
She
is
one
of
those
girls
who
need
never
make
the
slightest
effort
to
have
men
fall
in
love
with
them
.
Two
types
of
men
seldom
do
:
dull
men
are
usually
afraid
of
her
cleverness
and
intellectual
men
are
usually
afraid
of
her
beauty
.
All
others
are
hers
by
natural
prerogative
.
If
ROSALIND
could
be
spoiled
the
process
would
have
been
complete
by
this
time
,
and
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
her
disposition
is
not
all
it
should
be
;
she
wants
what
she
wants
when
she
wants
it
and
she
is
prone
to
make
every
one
around
her
pretty
miserable
when
she
does
n't
get
it
--
but
in
the
true
sense
she
is
not
spoiled
.
Her
fresh
enthusiasm
,
her
will
to
grow
and
learn
,
her
endless
faith
in
the
inexhaustibility
of
romance
,
her
courage
and
fundamental
honesty
--
these
things
are
not
spoiled
.
There
are
long
periods
when
she
cordially
loathes
her
whole
family
.
She
is
quite
unprincipled
;
her
philosophy
is
carpe
diem
for
herself
and
laissez
faire
for
others
.
She
loves
shocking
stories
:
she
has
that
coarse
streak
that
usually
goes
with
natures
that
are
both
fine
and
big
.
She
wants
people
to
like
her
,
but
if
they
do
not
it
never
worries
her
or
changes
her
.
She
is
by
no
means
a
model
character
.
The
education
of
all
beautiful
women
is
the
knowledge
of
men
.
ROSALIND
had
been
disappointed
in
man
after
man
as
individuals
,
but
she
had
great
faith
in
man
as
a
sex
.
Women
she
detested
.
They
represented
qualities
that
she
felt
and
despised
in
herself
--
incipient
meanness
,
conceit
,
cowardice
,
and
petty
dishonesty
.
She
once
told
a
roomful
of
her
mother
's
friends
that
the
only
excuse
for
women
was
the
necessity
for
a
disturbing
element
among
men
.
She
danced
exceptionally
well
,
drew
cleverly
but
hastily
,
and
had
a
startling
facility
with
words
,
which
she
used
only
in
love-letters
.
But
all
criticism
of
ROSALIND
ends
in
her
beauty
.
There
was
that
shade
of
glorious
yellow
hair
,
the
desire
to
imitate
which
supports
the
dye
industry
.
There
was
the
eternal
kissable
mouth
,
small
,
slightly
sensual
,
and
utterly
disturbing
.
There
were
gray
eyes
and
an
unimpeachable
skin
with
two
spots
of
vanishing
color
.
She
was
slender
and
athletic
,
without
underdevelopment
,
and
it
was
a
delight
to
watch
her
move
about
a
room
,
walk
along
a
street
,
swing
a
golf
club
,
or
turn
a
"
cartwheel
.
"
