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A
minute
later
,
as
he
sat
and
dangled
his
feet
on
the
edge
,
a
form
shot
by
him
;
Rosalind
,
her
arms
spread
in
a
beautiful
swan
dive
,
had
sailed
through
the
air
into
the
clear
water
.
"
Of
course
I
had
to
go
,
after
that
--
and
I
nearly
killed
myself
.
I
thought
I
was
pretty
good
to
even
try
it
.
Nobody
else
in
the
party
tried
it
.
Well
,
afterward
Rosalind
had
the
nerve
to
ask
me
why
I
stooped
over
when
I
dove
.
'
It
did
n't
make
it
any
easier
,
'
she
said
,
'
it
just
took
all
the
courage
out
of
it
.
'
I
ask
you
,
what
can
a
man
do
with
a
girl
like
that
?
Unnecessary
,
I
call
it
.
"
Gillespie
failed
to
understand
why
Amory
was
smiling
delightedly
all
through
lunch
.
He
thought
perhaps
he
was
one
of
these
hollow
optimists
.
FIVE
WEEKS
LATER
Again
the
library
of
the
Connage
house
.
ROSALIND
is
alone
,
sitting
on
the
lounge
staring
very
moodily
and
unhappily
at
nothing
.
She
has
changed
perceptibly
--
she
is
a
trifle
thinner
for
one
thing
;
the
light
in
her
eyes
is
not
so
bright
;
she
looks
easily
a
year
older
.
Her
mother
comes
in
,
muffled
in
an
opera-cloak
.
She
takes
in
ROSALIND
with
a
nervous
glance
.
MRS.
CONNAGE
:
Who
is
coming
to-night
?
(
ROSALIND
fails
to
hear
her
,
at
least
takes
no
notice
.
)
MRS.
CONNAGE
:
Alec
is
coming
up
to
take
me
to
this
Barrie
play
,
"
Et
tu
,
Brutus
.
"
(
She
perceives
that
she
is
talking
to
herself
.
)
Rosalind
!
I
asked
you
who
is
coming
to-night
?
ROSALIND
:
(
Starting
)
Oh
--
what
--
oh
--
Amory
--
