ROSALIND finished her hair and rises, humming.

She goes up to the mirror and starts to dance in front of it on the soft carpet.
She watches not her feet, but her eyes--never casually but always intently, even when she smiles.

The door suddenly opens and then slams behind AMORY, very cool and handsome as usual.

He melts into instant confusion.) HE: Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought-- SHE: (Smiling radiantly) Oh, you're Amory Blaine, aren't you?
HE: (Regarding her closely) And you're Rosalind?
SHE: I'm going to call you Amory--oh, come in--it's all right--mother'll be right in--( under her breath) unfortunately.
HE: (Gazing around) This is sort of a new wrinkle for me.
SHE: This is No Man's Land.
HE: This is where you--you--( pause) SHE: Yes--all those things.