He's sort of temperamental.
(This last suffices to draw CECELIA into the room.) CECELIA: (Seating herself high upon lingerie) How do you mean--temperamental?
You used to say that about him in letters.
ALEC: Oh, he writes stuff.
CECELIA: Does he play the piano?
ALEC: Don't think so.
CECELIA: (Speculatively) Drink?
ALEC: Yes--nothing queer about him.
CECELIA: Money?
ALEC: Good Lord--ask him, he used to have a lot, and he's got some income now.
(MRS.

CONNAGE appears.) MRS.

CONNAGE: Alec, of course we're glad to have any friend of yours-- ALEC: You certainly ought to meet Amory.
MRS.

CONNAGE: Of course, I want to.

But I think it's so childish of you to leave a perfectly good home to go and live with two other boys in some impossible apartment.