Youth: A Play in Three Acts #265998

N. B. Left and Right always from the point of view of the audience.<br><br>The Curtain rises upon the stage of a provincial Repertory Theatre, disclosing it bare of scenery and lighting effects; in fact, just as the stage of any professional theatre appears at eleven o'clock in the morning. But, in the middle of the bare stage, a man and a woman; their arms about one another, their lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.<br><br>Nina Geoffreys. (When her lips are free; low and passionate. I love you... Oh, my dear, I do love you.<br><br>Douglas Hetherly... My dear.<br><br>(For a moment they gaze deep into one another's eyes, then they come together in another great embrace... They part a little.)<br><br>Douglas. Don't you think we'd better try that bit over again.<br><br>(It is an enormously sudden change into an utter matter-of-factness - they were rehearsing.)<br><br>Nina. This is the biggest part I've ever had, so the more I rehearse the better.<br><br>Douglas. Splendid. What time was your rehearsal called?<br><br>Nina. Eleven.<br><br>Douglas. We've just got time to go through the whole love-scene. I'll read Cecil's part. (He urges a type-written play from his pocket.) Where are we - Act I... Act II... Act III...