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her, coming from the garden.] ROLF. Jill, I just wanted to say--Need we? [JILL. nodes.] Seeing you yesterday--it did seem rotten. JILL. We didn't begin it. ROLF. No; but you don't understand. If you'd made yourself, as father has---- JILL. I hope I should be sorry. ROLF. [Reproachfully] That isn't like you. Really he can't help thinking he's a public benefactor. JILL. And we can't help thinking he's a pig. Sorry! ROLF. If the survival of the fittest is right---- JILL. He may be fitter, but he's not going to survive. ROLF. [Distracted] It looks like it, though. JILL. Is that all you came to say? ROLF. Suppose we joined, couldn't we stop it? JILL. I don't feel like joining. ROLF. We did shake hands. JILL. One can't fight and not grow bitter. ROLF. I don't feel bitter. JILL. Wait; you'll feel it soon enough. ROLF. Why? [Attentively] About Chloe? I do think your mother's manner to her is---- JILL. Well? ROLF. Snobbish. [JILL laughs.] She may not be your class; and that's just why it's snobbish. JILL. I think you'd better shut up. ROLF. What my father said was true; your mother's rudeness to her that day she came here, has made both him and Charlie ever so much more bitter. [JILL whistles the Habanera from "Carmen."] [Staring at her, rather angrily] Is it a whistling matter? JILL. No. ROLF. I suppose you want me to go? JILL. Yes. ROLF. All right. Aren't we ever going to be friends again? JILL. [Looking steadily at him] I don't expect so. ROLF. That's very-horrible. JILL. Lots of horrible things in the world. ROLF. It's our business to make them fewer, Jill. JILL. [Fiercely] Don't be moral. ROLF. [Hurt] That's the last thing I want to be.--I only want to be friendly. JILL. Better be real first. ROLF. From the big point of view---- JILL. There isn't any. We're all out, for our own. And why not? ROLF. By jove, you have got---- JILL. Cynical? Your father's motto--"Every man for himself." That's the winner--hands down. Goodbye! ROLF. Jill! Jill! JILL. [Putting her hands behind her back, hums]-- "If auld acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne"---- ROLF. Don't! [With a pained gesture he goes out towards Left, through the French window.] [JILL, who has broken off the song, stands with her hands cl
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