Well, I happen to
like the twentieth century. That's all.
BOBBY. I see what you mean.
JANE. It may be very unromantic of me, but I like men to be keen on
games, and to wear the clothes that everybody else wears--as long as
they fit well, of course--and to talk about the ordinary things that
everybody talks about. Of course, Melisande would say that that was
very stupid and unromantic of me----
BOBBY. I don't think it is at all.
JANE. How awfully nice of you to say that, Bobby. You do understand so
wonderfully.
BOBBY (with a laugh). I say, that's rather funny. I was just thinking
the same about you.
JANE. I say, were you really? I'm so glad. I like to feel that we are
really friends, and that we understand each other. I don't know
whether I'm different from other girls, but I don't make friends very
easily.
BOBBY. Do you mean men or women friends?
JANE. Both. In fact, but for Melisande and you, I can hardly think of
any--not what you call real friends.
BOBBY. Melisande is a great friend, isn't she? You tell each other all
your secrets, and that sort of thing, don't you?
JANE. Yes, we're great friends, but there are some things that I could
never tell even her. (Impressively) I could never show her my inmost
heart.
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