Julie: What do I care! I like O. Henry. I don't see how he
ever wrote those stories. Most of them he wrote in prison.
"The Ballad of Reading Gaol" he made up in prison.
The Young Man: (Biting his lip) Literature—literature! How
much it has meant to me!
Julie: Well, as Gaby Deslys said to Mr. Bergson, with my
looks and your brains there's nothing we couldn't do.
The Young Man: (Laughing) You certainly are hard to keep
up with. One day you're awfully pleasant and the next
you're in a mood. If I didn't understand your temperament
so well——
Julie: (Impatiently) Oh, you're one of these amateur char-
acter-readers, are you? Size people up in five minutes and
then look wise whenever they're mentioned. I hate that
sort of thing.
The Young Man: I don't boast of sizing you up. You're most
mysterious, I'll admit.
Julie: There's only two mysterious people in history.
The Young Man: Who are they?
Julie: The Man with the Iron Mask and the fella who says
"ug uh-glug uh-glug uh-glug" when the line is busy.
The Young Man: You are mysterious. I love you. You're
beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that's the rarest
known combination.
HYLAND
