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A
last
qualification
--
her
vivid
,
instant
personality
escaped
that
conscious
,
theatrical
quality
that
AMORY
had
found
in
ISABELLE
.
MONSIGNOR
DARCY
would
have
been
quite
up
a
tree
whether
to
call
her
a
personality
or
a
personage
.
She
was
perhaps
the
delicious
,
inexpressible
,
once-in-a-century
blend
.
On
the
night
of
her
debut
she
is
,
for
all
her
strange
,
stray
wisdom
,
quite
like
a
happy
little
girl
.
Her
mother
's
maid
has
just
done
her
hair
,
but
she
has
decided
impatiently
that
she
can
do
a
better
job
herself
.
She
is
too
nervous
just
now
to
stay
in
one
place
.
To
that
we
owe
her
presence
in
this
littered
room
.
She
is
going
to
speak
.
ISABELLE
'S
alto
tones
had
been
like
a
violin
,
but
if
you
could
hear
ROSALIND
,
you
would
say
her
voice
was
musical
as
a
waterfall
.
)
ROSALIND
:
Honestly
,
there
are
only
two
costumes
in
the
world
that
I
really
enjoy
being
in
--
(
Combing
her
hair
at
the
dressing-table
.
)
One
's
a
hoop
skirt
with
pantaloons
;
the
other
's
a
one-piece
bathing-suit
.
I
'm
quite
charming
in
both
of
them
.
CECELIA
:
Glad
you
're
coming
out
?
ROSALIND
:
Yes
;
are
n't
you
?
CECELIA
:
(
Cynically
)
You
're
glad
so
you
can
get
married
and
live
on
Long
Island
with
the
fast
younger
married
set
.
You
want
life
to
be
a
chain
of
flirtation
with
a
man
for
every
link
.
ROSALIND
:
Want
it
to
be
one
!
You
mean
I
've
found
it
one
.
CECELIA
:
Ha
!
ROSALIND
:
Cecelia
,
darling
,
you
do
n't
know
what
a
trial
it
is
to
be
--
like
me
.
I
've
got
to
keep
my
face
like
steel
in
the
street
to
keep
men
from
winking
at
me
.
If
I
laugh
hard
from
a
front
row
in
the
theatre
,
the
comedian
plays
to
me
for
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
If
I
drop
my
voice
,
my
eyes
,
my
handkerchief
at
a
dance
,
my
partner
calls
me
up
on
the
'
phone
every
day
for
a
week
.
