Where shall I set the candles? How about here on the floor? How about you? Don't you like to sit on the floor?
So, at the door, the name I started to call you-wasn't a name! And so I stopped myself before I said it.
Wasn't it Blue Roses?
Blue Roses! My gosh, yes- Blue Roses! That's what I had on my tongue when you opened the door!
I was out of school a little while with pleurosis. When I came back you asked me what was the matter. I said I had pleurosis-you though I said Blue Roses. That's what you always called me after that!
I hope you don't mind. And remember, people are not so dreadful when you know them. And everybody has some problems.
"Yes! Yes, that's true..." "Didn't we have a class in something together?" "Yes, we did... It was-singing-chorus!" "You remember that wonderful write-up I had in The Torch?
Back in the past...
TORCH! THE OPERA!
I sang the baritone lead in that operetta. Did you hear me?
Yes, yes-beautifully -beautifully! Yes, all three performances!
Why didn't you ask me to? Well, well, well! Give me that program, Laura. My signature isn't worth very much right now. But some day-maybe-it will increase in value.
I-wanted to ask you to- autograph my program.
She accepts it reverently. They smile across the book with mutual wonder. Laura crouches beside him and they begin to turn the pages. Laura's shyness is dissolving in his warmth.