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♪ At 17, he falls
in love quite madly ♪

♪ With eyes of tender blue

♪ And when they part
He gets it rather badly ♪

♪ With eyes
of a different hue ♪

♪ At 35, you'll find him
flirting sadly ♪

♪ With two or three or more

♪ When he fancies
he is past love ♪

♪ It is then
he meets his last love ♪

♪ And he loves her
as he's never loved before ♪

Three hours,
50 minutes from Calais.

Pretty good going, considering
it's our first experience on the road.

Thank you. But I couldn't have done it
without such an experienced map reader.

Thank you.

This is the Champs-lysées.

Thank you, Father.

I have seen picture
postcards of it.

Even so, a milestone
in every man's life

is his first sight
of Paris in the flesh.

Indeed.

That's why I wanted
to bring you here.

Thank you, Father.

You should have seen
this street on Liberation Day.

I was marching a few yards behind de Gaulle
with odds and ends of the minor brass.

When just about here,
a swarm of women dashed off the pavement

and flung their arms
round our necks.

You too, Father ?

I was wearing the kilt.

So they weren't quite sure.

It's difficult to imagine you
being kissed on the Champs-Elysées.

Well, I was.

On both cheeks.

By General de Gaulle.

Another picture postcard.

The Place de la Concorde.

What a wonderful name.

The Avenue of Elysian Fields.
The Square of Harmony.

It's in the small streets
that you find the real poetry in Paris.

Street of the Donkey
Which Limps,

the Blind Alley
of the Two Angels...

Where in heaven's name
is that ?

It's over there somewhere.

Everything is so beautifully proportioned.
So symmetrical.

Quite.

I say, are you all right ?

How can you drive
so dangerously ?

You might have
killed this lady !

- Uh-uh-uh !
- They nearly ran into me, you know.

The English always
on the wrong side of the street.

I turned quickly like this,
and she fell off.

That is not so.

- You acted like a lunatic !
- Lizette !

You murderer ! Never again
will I ride on that...

- that monster of a midget !
- You are out of your head, Lizette !

You have gravely
injured my friend.

For two francs,
I will punch you in the nose.

Now, listen, do be sensible.

- You will punch no noses.
- You keep out of this.

It was nothing whatever
to do with...

I have observed it all.

Your papers, please.

Are you sure
you're not hurt ?

Well, I don't think so.

But look at my stockings.
How will I go back to the shop like this ?

Allow us to take you wherever
you wish to go, mademoiselle.

Oh, please,
we shall be delighted.

Well, I think I will.

- Lizette, where are you going ?
- Back to the shop. Goodbye.

- Wait, you can't go with them !
- Yes, I can !

- And on a real seat.
- Make them pay you. They've caused you damage.

I'll make you pay !
One pair of stockings, 15 denier.

You are... you are...
You are a jezebel !

Oh, you hear ?
Now he calls me names.

It's a good thing I have found out
that at last his true character.

- Is he your boyfriend ?
- Oh, yes and no.

He lives near me
and gives me a ride on his bike.

And now where
can we take you ?

Please, to my shop.

It's Dusse
in the Avenue Matignon.

- Do you know where it is ?
- Yes.

- Turn right here, John.
- Yes, Father.

- You're father and son ?
- Yes.

Do you find it hard to believe ?

On a closer look, no.

I have not known any Englishmen.

I've never known
any French girls.

How could you grow so big
and not know a French girl ?

Perhaps my son has led
a rather sheltered life.

It hasn't been
too dull, really.

It sounds dull.

Oh, we're nearly there.

A very grand shop
you work in, mademoiselle.

Yes. Everything we sell is elegant,
lovely, and expensive.

If you come in, I'm on the first floor.
My name is Lizette.

Goodbye.
And thank you again.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Charming girl.

Makes one feel rather gay,
a little adventure like this.

Be your age, Father.

- For you, I meant.
- Charming girl.

- Good afternoon, Pierre.
- Good afternoon, madam.

Excuse me.

Ah, good afternoon, Sir Edgar.
Did you have a pleasant journey ?

Most enjoyable, thank you,
Pierre. This is my son.

Monsieur. General de Colville
telephoned this morning.

- He expects you both for dinner
at eight in formal.
- Thank you.

Henri, Sir Edgar's luggage,
suite 34.

Gigi ! Come away
from that saddle !

You naughty girl.

She simply adores
the scent of horses.

- And men.
- It's rather rare for a
Yorkshire terrier, isn't it ?

This is a French
Yorkshire terrier.

But of course.

I say, not bad.

Be your age.

Pierre, who are
those gentlemen ?

That was Sir Edgar Fraser,
madam, and his son.

Are they someone
I should know ?

I really can't say, madam.

That is always
a matter of personal taste.

I mean, is he famous
for anything, the father ?

Oh, yes, madam.
He breeds racehorses here.

And so is one of the very few Englishmen
who can afford this hotel.

Oh, then you must
send him to my shop.

- This was a wonderful idea of yours, Father.
- What ?

I'll be in uniform two weeks from now,
trudging around some dreary army camp.

Remember,
that's not a foot bath.

At least we don't
have to dress for dinner.

Is there any chance
we might get away early ?

Oh, now really, John.

Leon de Colville
is one of my oldest friends.

Besides, he managed
to get a jolly good price

for that stable we share.

Anyway, the last time we met,
you seemed to have

a pretty good time with the boy,
what's his name ?

Oh, Victor. He's all right.

But I couldn't stand
that brat of a sister
of his, Suzanne.

It's been so nice
to see you again, John.

You're much less of a brat
than you used to be.

Thank you.
So are you, Suzanne.

You remember how they always
fought as children ?

Like cats and dogs.
You would have thought

that John was her brother,
not Victor.

I had to pull them
apart every day.

- It wasn't that bad, Victor.
- It was worse.

Oh, we were dreadful.
Now I really must go.

- Goodbye, Sir Edgar.
- Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye, darling.

Try to come to Scotland
for the 12th.

Oh, I would have enjoyed that.

But I will be back
in university then.

Will you be in town again
before we leave, Suzanne ?

I'm afraid not.
There's so much to do

to open the house
for the summer.

Goodbye, John. And please
don't wait five years again.

I almost feel as if we were
brothers and sisters, don't you ?

Not quite.

We'll see you out, Suzanne.

Billiards ?

What did you mean when you said
you were worried about the boy ?

He seems strong
and healthy enough.

Couple of years in the army
can't do any harm.

Do him a lot of good.

It's not, Leon.
It's...

I have an idea
that I've somehow neglected him.

We're almost strangers.

I'd like us to be friends again
as we were when he was a small lad.

Thanks.

You know, I never would have thought
Suzanne would grow up to look like that.

- Suzanne ?
- Hm. Oh, just a kid, of course.

You've been
in Scotland too long.

Now that you are in Paris,
you are in Paris.

So you came to Paris
to be alone with him ?

Part of it, yes, but also in
the hopes that the boy might...

find himself.

You mean, to discover
the facts of life ?

In a modest way, yes.
He surely hasn't discovered them yet.

Do you know I've never known him
to go after the same girl twice, never ?

Sometimes once is enough.

Not in Aberdeen.

By the way, how did you get
your father to bring you here ?

Well, that took a bit of doing.

Oh, you know, subtle hints
over a period of weeks.

He really never knew
when the idea hit him.

Why didn't you save time,
and ask him straight out ?

Well, you know how most
British think about Paris.

Anyhow, no father would ever believe
we came here deliberately for his sake.

For his sake ?
Is something wrong with him ?

- Everything.
- You mean he's got something incurable ?

- No, there's still time, I think.
- Oh.

- When did it start ?
- Oh, several years ago.

You see, Mother died, like
yours, when I was quite young.

Father never married again
or even looked at another woman.

As far as I know. He just retired
to a dreary stretch of Scotland

where we raised cattle.
But it's a lonely life for him.

After all, at 42 a man still has
a few good years left to him.

I'll be off
on my national service soon.

But first, well...

I'd like to help him.

To open life up for him somehow.

With all his money ?
A castle in Scotland

and a Drophead Rolls,
he's lonely ?

I shouldn't think that women
would let him sleep.

You might be mistaken
about all this.

My father was.

- Wasn't yours...
- No.

But I love John and I'd like to see him
better adjusted than I was at his age.

Well, in Paris in the spring
anything is possible.

Wait until he sees someone
who takes his fancy.

He did this morning.
At the hotel.

She was far too old for him.

Then there was this girl we told you about at dinner,
the one who fell off the motor scooter.

Charming little thing, in a way.

There you are. They should meet again.
Do you know who she is ?

Her name is Lizette.
And that's all I know about her,

except that she works for Jean Desee,
in the Avenue Matignon.

Uh-huh.
A stroke of luck.

I know them well.

We shall telephone
Sylvia Gilbert,

an old friend of mine
at once.

And get all the vital details.

What do you suggest, Victor ?

Oh, he must never suspect
what I have in mind.

And if I may ask,
what exactly have you ?

Well...

I think she should be
rather close to his age.

Unmarried.
Or a widow.

With some money of her own,
so she'd have no mercenary motive.

- Agreed ?
- It's your father. Go on.

I see her being
reasonably bright,

attractive...

But she mustn't be
too intellectual.

He hasn't read anything
since Gunga Din.

Hello, hello ?

Oh, Madam's occupied ?

Then ask her to ring me back,
please. Thank you.

I'm sure she will help us.

No woman can resist
a romantic intrigue.

John would never
forgive me if knew.

He'd find it
so frightfully un-British.

Of course, if she's too French,
that would confuse him.

Any ideas ?

No. Not among my friends.

They're all rather younger,
I'm afraid.

Oh. Oh, she mustn't
be too young.

Father gets sleepy
very early.

- Hello ?
- Leon, how sweet of you to telephone.

- Hello ?
- It is you, Leon, isn't it ?

- Leon, are you there ?
- Oh, hello, Sylvia, darling.

How nice
to hear your voice again.

Something wrong ?

Could be right.

It's an old friend
of my father's.

She's not exactly old.

She was not exactly a friend.

I'll show you
a picture of her.

She's always
in the glossy magazines.

Oh, Leon, don't tell me
you are bored again already ?

No, no, no, I assure you,
it's not for me.

It's for the son
of a very dear friend.

Well, all right, for your friend
I will do what I can.

But I still don't trust you,
darling.

And I have reasons.

If you remember...

Goodbye.

There. You see how easily
these things are arranged ?

Perfect.

A widow, money of her own,
no mercenary motives.

Not too intellectual.

Come in.

- What is it ?
- Excuse me, madam.

These are the patterns
you asked for.

Thank you, Anna.

This was a lovely surprise.

And I shall be delighted
to have tea with you.

It was kind of you
to drop in, Victor.

And to bring
your charming friend.

°-
-Yes ?

- Madam Davis is here.
- In a moment.

Well, we must go now.
You are busy and we've got things to do.

Goodbye, Victor.

Goodbye.
Until later.

Goodbye.

Then we'll meet around 6,
at the Cascade ?

Good.

- What's the verdict ?
- One, beautiful, but...

- But what ?
- Isn't she too young for Father ?

She wasn't for mine.

What are they doing here ?

I don't suppose
your father had the same idea ?

That would never occur to him.

Ah, there she is.

Good morning. I didn't expect
to see you so soon.

Well, we were just passing,
and I suddenly thought

I must go in and see
if that charming young girl is all right.

- From the accident, I mean.
- Oh, yes. I have a bruise on my knee,
but I have new stockings.

- Very pretty.
- Oh, do forgive me. May I introduce an old friend ?

General De Coville,
Mademoiselle Lizette...

- Marconnet. How do you do ?
- Charmed.

I say...

Would you care to join us
somewhere at tea time ?

Tea time, but I'm here.

Perhaps we could
arrange for that.

You can ?

Well, in that case,
I would be delighted.

- Where ?
- Oh, shall we say at the Cascade, about 5:30 ?

- Very well.
- Lizette ?

This is the second time
this morning,

and I have just
finished warning you.

My dear Edgar,
you have discovered a gem.

The face, the figure,
the spirit, she has everything.

That was my impression.

You run downstairs and I shall
have a word with Sylvia.

But you have no right
to be so official !

I have no right ?

This time, my girl,
you've gone too far.

I will no longer put up
with your insolence.

You are dismissed.
Go.

Very well.

And where is this
so-called friend of yours ?

- Downstairs waiting.
- Really ?

Yes, I thought this little chat of ours
might embarrass him.

You know how shy
these British are.

Mm, not from my experience.

If you are deceiving
me again, Leon...

No, no, Sylvia,
you will meet him, I promise.

He's charming,
a great lover of France.

A famous soldier. We owe him
this littler service out of pure hospitality.

Very well.
The girl may leave early.

- Thank you.
- I will instruct Madam Alvarez.

So you think it a mere nothing
to be dismissed ?

No more than changing
the bedsheets ?

Find a new job
in a wonderful shop like that.

Oh, please.

All ugly women
like Madam Alvarez

are jealous of pretty
young girls like Lizette.

I know.

I once had to leave
the pickle factory in Dijon

for that very same reason.

Mathilde,
this is a father's affair.

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Papa.

He can't help it. He once played a footman
in the theater for two performances.

- Three !
- Well, anyway, you were much better off
driving a taxi.

It is Lizette who is
under discussion, not me.

Well, Madam du Barry,

what do you propose
to do next, may I ask ?

I'll find something else.
I have friends.

Ah, like this fine English gentleman
who caused all the trouble.

What's his name ?

I don't know.
But he's very nice !

- And he asked me to tea.
- Tea.

That's how half the world's
problems began.

When the English invited
someone to tea.

- I'll go.

She should marry
and settle down.

But all Lizette wants
out of life is a little fun.

Yes ? Nothing can
ruin a girl quicker.

You should see life
as I see it.

From the front seat
of a taxi.

The richer the man,
the worse they are.

Oh, you'd be in the backseat
if you could afford it.

And probably not
with me either.

Mathilde ! I am a man of the
highest possible moral standard.

And the lowest
possible income.

It usually goes together.

That was Madam Alvarez.

I have my job back.
A better job.

I'll be on the main floor
in jewelry !

And she said I don't have
to come back this afternoon.

So I can go to tea.

Hello, mademoiselle.
How's the motor bike going ?

Oh, it's gone.
Out of my life.

Ah. Um... may I join you
for a moment ?

Of course. Please.

I'm expecting someone,
but they haven't arrived yet.

- Your father ?
- Oh, no, no. I left him.

He's gone back to the hotel
for a nap.

Are you expecting someone ?

Well, I thought I was.

Good afternoon.

Hello.

This is the friend I picked up
in the... today

- Hello. Picked up ?
- Yes.

- I was sitting down.
- She fell off a motor bike.
I told you about it.

Oh, yes, forgive me.

Join us for a drink
while we wait for our friend.

- We don't have to wait, she's there.
- Where ?

There.

How did that happen ?

- Will you excuse me ?
- Of course.

Please tell your father
I'm here.

- Hm ?
- We had a rendezvous.

You had a rendezvous with...
my father ?

Yes.
Perhaps he'll remember.

Won't you join us too ?

Ah, mademoiselle.

- Good afternoon, Father.
- Come and sit down, both of you.

Your face is very familiar.

It should be, madam.
I work for you.

- At least, I think I do.

Oh, so you are the girl !
But of course !

Of course what, madam ?

Huh, shall we have a drink ?
Excuse me.

Waiter !

It's not very good, I'm afraid.
We had quite a bit of mist that summer.

But I adore Scotland.
And you make your own haggis at the castle ?

Oh, wonderful.

What is haggis ?

Well, it's, um... hm.

Porridge meal and chopped onions

and drippings and pig's blood

squeezed into, um...

a sheep's bladder.

We serve it with bagpipes.
Every Burns Night.

- Burns ?
- "Wee sleekit cowerin' timorous beastie.

Oh, what a panic's
in thy breastie.

Thou need not start
awa sae hasty..."

That's a wee bit of Robbie.

- Wee bit of rabbit ?
- No, no, no.

- Wee...
- Wee...

- Sleekit...
- Sleekit...

- Cowerin'...
- Cowerin'...

- Timorous...
- Timorous...

- Beastie.
- Beastie.

- Oh...
- Oh...

What's all this about Sylvia ?

What's all this about Lizette ?

I don't know what you mean.

You do know what I mean.

You're trying to arrange
something for John,

and John and I are trying
to arrange something for his father.

Correct ?

It's too early to say
if anything's correct.

It's too late for us
to stay here.

They will never believe me at the shop
when I tell them I was out with the boss herself.

What I like about
older women is, well,

they're so much more mature.

That's true, but do you
regard me as old, John ?

Oh, no.
Of course not.

It's hard for a girl to compete
with glamor like that.

She has everything.
All I have is youth.

I imagine she would change
with you gladly.

You're sweet to me.

You're just
the right age, Sylvia.

Thank you, sir.
But for whom ?

Oh, I wasn't thinking
of anyone in particular.

Just some sensible man
who would really appreciate you.

- Those are not so easy to find.
- Oh, I don't know, they...

There are some very nice
older men around.

- But I do not like older men.
- You don't ?

- Why ?
- They have no zest.

No joie de vivre.

They have only money,
and I am not looking for that.

What are you looking for,
Sylvia ?

Love. Just love.

What do you think of my son ?

Oh, he's very nice.
But he's just a baby.

- Well, he's 20.
- So am I.

But boys don't grow up
as fast as girls.

It's much more interesting
for a woman if the man is older.

Really ?

Of course,
one always hears that.

Oh, it's true. That's the trouble
with Georges and me.

Young men are so considered,
so sure of themselves.

They don't know
how to talk to us women.

But they don't know
how to listen.

Do go on, please.

Ah, here's one for you.

- We can all get in.
- Here is another one.

There is no reason to crowd.
You two take that one.

We go together ? Good night.
It was fun.

Good night.

- Well, good night.
- Good night, John.

What address shall I give ?

I'm glad I fell
off Georges' bike.

- I've had a wonderful evening.
- So have I.

Must you really go home now ?
It's only a little past midnight.

Well, my father is very strict
about my staying out late.

But I think it's all right
for a little while.

Splendid.
What does your father do ?

Um, he's in
the transport business.

What's the matter ?
Do you know him ?

No.
No, but he looks peculiar.

Only a little homely,
I'd say.

Well, did you have that
in mind all along ?

No.
Not at first.

You should have said,
"Yes, my dear.

From the moment I walked
into your office."

- Are you waiting for anybody ?
- Not now.

Good.

Get in, my dear.

I will not drive with that man !

He's been following us
around all night.

But he may just
have waited here.

He did.
He follows me everywhere.

Come on. We'll walk
until we find another one.

Don't be silly !
You can't walk all the way home.

That's no way to talk
to a lady.

What we do
is none of your business.

Oh, yes it is.
I know people like you.

- You see, he's crazy.
- Who's crazy ? You should get
a hiding for that.

If I may say so,
that is an absurd mustache.

Don't let him talk you
into anything !

You hear me ? He's the worst
kind of Englishman !

Hasn't even got an umbrella !

Taxi !

It's no use.
They're never free at this hour.

- Oh !

My dear ! I'm terribly sorry !

Taxi !

Well, never mind.
We'll pick up one at my hotel.

What I need more than a taxi
is a towel.

The way to handle this
is not to notice.

- My key, please, 34.
- Yes, sir.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

- We shall be going out later.
- Of course.

- Wasn't that Sir Fraser ?
- Yes.

- But he's all wet !
- Yes.

- So was the girl !
- Yes.

With his money, you think
he could afford a dry girl.

Thank you.

We must get you home soon.

Yes, we must.

Soon.

I like this very much.

It's so peaceful here
with you.

How did you get
to be Sir Edgar ?

Oh, I inherited the title.

Together with...
Castle.

30,000 acres,
mostly barren land.

Wee, sleeket,
cowran, tim'rous beastie.

O, what panic's
in thy breastie.

Thou need na
start awa sae hasty...

Castle,
the family seat.

A colder, damper seat
no one ever sat upon.

When I was a young man,
I went off to Canada on a hunting trip,

looking for moose,
and I met my wife.

I did a bit of soldiering.

That didn't last very long
either.

Lizette ?

Lizette ?

Hm ?

You mustn't go to sleep here.

- Why ?
- You must go home.

Why ? I'm tired.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning, John.

What's that girl doing
in the other room ?

Lizette ?

Oh.

- Yes.
- Oh, yes ?

How did she get here ?

She was wet.

In fact,
we were both wet.

So I brought her up here
to dry out.

Did it take all night ?

John, you're talking
to your father.

I'm sorry.

How do you think
it looks, Father ?

I think it looks
very nice indeed.

What's more, she is. Now put your wits
together and go order some breakfast.

But Mama, I fell asleep.

On the divan, why ?

Now, Mama, didn't you ever have that
happen to you, when you were a girl ?

But why is it so different
if Papa had a sister ?

This gentleman has a son.

All right, all right.

Goodbye.

Can't parents be a problem
at times ?

Your father and I became
very good friends last night.

- Really ?
- After we left you,

we ran into
a very strange taxi driver.

A ridiculous creature
with a walrus mustache.

- Really ?

Yes ? Father ?

Will you take this up
to Mr. John Fraser, please ?

- Yes, madam.
- Sir Edgar, a Monsieur Marconnet.

He says you will know
what he wants.

Very good, Sir Edgar.

No, thank you, never mind.

Papa ?
He's here ?

Apparently he's on his way up.

- Oh, la, la !
- Nonsense, Lizette.

Nothing to hide.

I'm sure the whole thing
can be easily explained.

You don't know Papa.
He has a genius for making scenes.

There'll be no scenes,
Lizette.

Leave this to me.

How did he find out
I was here ?

I wouldn't know.

Good heavens.

- Where is my Lizette ?
- She's there.

Do come in, please.

Good morning, Papa.

A pretty sight.

I would like you
to meet my friend, Papa.

Sir Edgar Fraser, his son.

My beloved father,
Aristide Marconnet.

How do you do ?
Won't you sit down and have some coffee ?

I've had my coffee.
I will not sit down.

I will not acknowledge
this introduction.

I come here for only one purpose:
to retrieve my erring daughter,

who's been led astray
by persons of evil intent.

Oh, come now, Monsieur Marconnet.
Things are not at all the way they may...

Enough !
There stands my daughter,

undressed, in the presence
of two strange men.

Monsieur Marconnet,a water car
ruined your daughter's dress.

So naturally, she took it off.
Then she fell asleep, and there is to it.

- Ha !
- Oh, Papa, you forget I'm grown up.

Now, you've said your little speech,
so do sit down

and have some breakfast.
There.

You know, sometimes
you're very much like your mother.

- Sugar ?
- Thank you.

- Croissant ?
- Butter ?

Thank you.

You are father and daughter ?

Do you find it hard to believe ?

On closer look, no.

What can you do
with a daughter like this ?

Daughter !
You're no longer my daughter !

You're no longer a Marconnet.

Bravo ! Speech !

Don't worry.
He's really very happy.

He always wanted
to be an actor.

Really, Father, if you're going
to lead a dangerous life,

you must learn
to handle irate parents.

- Hello, may I come in ?
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- The door was open. I hope you forgive me.

I only dropped in
to bring you this.

It was such an amusing evening,
wasn't it, John ?

- My hat.
- Very pretty.

He left it in the hall
as we were saying good night.

You really should have
trained him better, you know ?

Would you care
for a cup of coffee ?

Thank you, no.

Excuse me,
but I forgot my shoes !

- Oh.
- Oh !

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Must have been quite a breakfast.

You don't think your father
was deceiving you about Lizette ?

I'm not quite sure.
It did look sort of peculiar,

but I think he was
just being gallant.

It may be so.
But you and Sylvia,

- how did that happen ?
- I'm still not sure.

I was honestly trying
to get things set up for Father

when somehow we got paired off
in the wrong taxis.

And well, I kissed her.

That's always a good start.

- Fascinating woman.
- Yes, that's what my father used to say.

I'm sorry.
Go on.

We went back to her suite,
and scrambled some eggs.

- Eggs ?
- Then we listened to some music,

- and talked about books.
- Books ?

Yes. Sylvia's really
very intellectual, Victor.

- I was quite surprised.
- I imagine she was surprised too.

And I could see she was getting sleepy
so I said good night and left.

That was
very thoughtful of you.

Nice mover.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Guinevere's filly is doing well.

- Will you have her in The Oaks near year ?
- I hope so.

I was wondering
what to call her.

Lancelot was the sire.

Why not call her Lizette ?

Really, I don't see why a man of 42
shouldn't be allowed to fall in love.

That right
no one could deny you.

But I thought you were trying
to find someone for John.

I am.
John's still a boy.

Best years ahead of him.

Yes.
And so is his father.

So, you won't tell me
where you spent Friday night.

Why should I ?
It's no concern of yours.

It's very great concern.

- I love you, Lizette.
- What love ?

Just because
I stayed out late one night.

Late, I don't mind.

But at ten in the morning
there is, you must admit,

slight room for doubt.

I had a wonderful evening,

and I've done nothing
to be ashamed of.

Lizette, listen to me.

I love you.

And nobody's going to take you,
without a fight.

You don't love me.
You love that nasty little bike.

- I will ask you to marry me.
- Yes, but I will have to keep my job.

That's not fair, Lizette.

I know I don't earn must
as a postman.

It's hard for us
to walk all day.

You should try my job.
To be standing still all day.

No.

I can't deny
that I'm very fond of you.

- But only as a sister.
- I don't want a sister !

I want you, Lizette.

And I think you love me.

It's that Englishman ?

He would marry you ?

I don't know.

But he's...
kind and gentle.

In short,
he's a gentleman.

And I am only a postman.

Yes, but you're
a very gentle postman.

Now, start that bike
and take me home.

Of course, what men of our age have to be
aware of, in the case of a young girl

is that there are younger men.

That doesn't arise.

Lizette prefers older men.
Told me so herself.

It can arise. There's usually
some persistent younger man

in the background
to where they go.

Oh, yes, Lizette had one.

Terrible nuisance he was to her.
She packed him off.

With his tail
between his legs.

Hello !

I want you to help me
choose something for a friend.

A good friend ?

I hope so.

You'd better make sure of it.

These things
are terribly expensive.

I'll chance it.

Now, what do you suggest ?

I suppose she has everything
but a diamond tiara.

I don't think so.

But I think she'd prefer
something rather younger.

Here's an idea.
A golden whistle.

If she gets into trouble,
she can blow on it.

- Do you like it ?
- Oh, I'd never use it.

Then what ?

I had admired
those diamond earrings.

But a million francs.

They're lovely.

Let me show you
how they look on.

Very becoming.

I hope she'll like them.

Oh, she will.

Now, if you will come with me,

there is a little foolishness
about payment.

- Lizette.
- Yes ?

Would you care to dine
with me tonight ?

With you
or the family quartet ?

- With me.
- It's better.

John has the car, so I'll call
for you here at 6 ? A taxi ?

All right.
But not the same one again.

- John.
- Marsha.

- John.
- Marsha.

John ?

Uh, Marsha.

John !

Marsha ?

John !

Marsha.

John !

Marsha.

John.

Mm-hm. Mm...

John...

Marsha.

Oh, John.

Marsha.

- John !
- Marsha !

Marsha...

John !

Marsha.

John !

Marsha...

Oh, Marsha, Marsha...

John, John.

Marsha, Marsha, Marsha !

John, John, John !

Marsha, Marsha,
Marsha, Marsha !

John, John, John,
John, John !

Marsha !

John...

Marsha...

- Edgar.

- Lizette.

John, you've stolen
my clothes again.

Sorry.

We don't seem to have seen
much of each other the last few days.

- Doing anything interesting ?
- Not very. Are you ?

Not very.

That's terrible.

I wasn't worrying
about Sylvia.

I am worried about you.

I don't want
to see you hurt.

Hurt ?
What can any woman do to me ?

My dear boy, we haven't time
to go into that tonight.

Sir Edgar Fraser.

- We will deliver it at once.
- No, thanks, this has to be signed for personally.

What is the room number ?

Suite 34. First floor.

- What about you and Lizette ?
- That's an entirely different matter.

Why is it different ?
You're just as much too old for her.

A man should be older,
that's my point.

Which way are you pointing,
Father ?

Are you just being friendly,
with Lizette ?

Or am I going to have
a 20-year-old mother ?

See who that is at the door,
will you ?

Yes ?

Oh, it's you,
Lizette's friend.

I am more than a friend
of Lizette.

Oh. Well,
that's very interesting.

So, what can I do for you ?

Stay away from her.

That's what you can do.

- Me ?
- Yes.

You.

You have no intention
of marrying her ?

- Confess it.
- No, of course not.

Then I am warning you...

leave her alone !

Who is it, John ?

Hey !

What's going on ?
Stop it, John !

You ! Break it up !
Break it up, come on !

Steady. There.

Steady.

Would you mind opening
the door, please ?

We seem to have mislaid the key.

Certainly, Sir Edgar.

Thank you so much.

Sorry.

English.

Hello, Father ? I've got
the house in perfect order.

It's absolutely lovely here
and I've done everything you asked.

So please get down.

Yes, dear. I promise.

I'll come down
on Friday afternoon.

Oh, by the way,
I might bring Sir Edgar

and a young lady friend
of his with me.

Oh, good.

And why don't you
bring John too ?

He might like the cool
of the country.

That's very kind of you,
Suzanne, but, uh,

I'm afraid he would rather
remain warm in the city.

What have he and Victor
been up to ?

Chasing after girls,
I suppose.

Well, just between ourselves,
dear,

John seems to have caught one.

Oh ? Is she nice ?
Have you met her ?

Why, yes.

It's... Sylvia Gilbert.

Goodbye.

Good morning, Georges.
What's the trouble ? Brakes ?

No. Lizette.

I ask you, Monsieur Marconnet,
how was I to know it was the father ?

Wasn't it logical
to hit the son ?

Of course. But it's not logical
to be logical about women.

I sent flowers to her
this morning.

With a note begging her
to forgive me.

I offered to take her
on a picnic to Versailles.

What more can a man do ?

Nothing.

Except be logical.

Wait here, Georges,
I'll talk to her.

It's no use. She's going off
somewhere for the weekend.

- Who with ?
- I can guess.

Though her mother
wouldn't tell me.

Her mother ?

We'll see
who runs this family.

Well, look at them. Would a man give a girl
diamond earrings if he isn't serious ?

But what is her serious about ?

Has he proposed marriage to her ?

Oh, Aristide, give him time.

He has taken her out
every night this week.

You tell me to give him time.

I, who have been without sleep.

I, who have had to follow them
every night this week.

They say that the English are much more
romantic on weekends in the country.

Who is not ?

No, Mathilde,
I will not give my permission.

Unless they have
a proper chaperone.

Oh, Aristide,
let us be practical.

This is the opportunity
of a lifetime for Lizette.

How many girls in her position
ever have a chance to marry a millionaire ?

- And a title ?
- I am a Frenchman and a socialist.

I care nothing about titles.

You are a snob.

Think of the money.

Sh !

Hello, Papa.

This needs a little touch
of color, I think.

Here they are now ! Goodbye !

- Have a happy time, darling.
- Thank you.

Oh, you've forgotten
your earrings.

Oh. Goodbye, Papa.

Don't worry,
I'll be an angel.

That's not practical.

Just be sensible
and don't catch cold.

I'll try not to.

Goodbye.

And with my flowers.

That's the kind of dog
I want, Elmer.

You don't think I'm gonna walk
a thing like that

around Wichita Falls, do you ?

Why, that's not a dog,
that's a hedge on legs.

That's the kind
of dog I want, Elmer.

Did you and Gigi
have a nice walk, dear ?

It may have been
nice for Gigi.

Sylvia, I have nothing
against her personally.

But I will not
go out with this again.

She makes me look ridiculous.

Darling, don't worry.

You will see lots of men
at the fashion show

with little dogs like Gigi.

Do we have to go
to another of those ?

You know I only have
two more days left in France.

I will do anything you say,
John.

Pardon me, madam. Mr. Fraser,
there is a telephone call for you.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Over to you.

- Hello ?
- Hello, John ? It's Suzanne.

I heard you were leaving on Monday
and I wanted to say goodbye.

Oh. Well, goodbye.

But now I have
a much better idea.

Why don't you come out here
for the weekend with your father.

Suzanne, I'd love to.

Oh, but my father's gone off
with yours

on a two day trip
to the battlefield.

Oh, has he really ?

Yes. I'd like to come up
for an hour or two.

Um, might I bring a friend ?

Yes, of course you may.

Uh, that was
Suzanne de Colville.

- Oh.
- Yes, she asked us to call in

at her place in the country
this afternoon.

- Why did you do that ?
- Why not ?

I wanted to see John
before he leaves.

But you knew
he would bring Sylvia.

- Yes.
- You knew his father was here with Lizette.

- Yes.
- If anything happens, I'll never forgive you.

It will.
And you will.

Now, come on, be nice.

I know exactly
what I am doing.

I hope so.

How am I ever going
to leave you on Monday ?

By car, I suppose,
the way you came.

- Calais, Dover ?
- Sylvia, stop teasing me.

You know
how I feel about you.

No. Tell me.

I... I can't quite
put it into words.

That's a shame. But you must learn
to talk about it, John.

Making beautiful conversation
is a part of making beautiful love.

I'm sorry if I'm not very good
at making conversation.

But it doesn't mean
I don't love you.

I know about it
more than you do.

What's bothering you, dear ?
Just springtime ? Paris ? Youth ?

Don't say it's youth.
Look at my father.

I'll get it.

Let me do it, Edgar !

No, not that branch !

Oh !

Well done, Edgar !

Edgar, be careful now !
That tree on the left !

Do you want me
to go and help ?

Well, look who's here.

- Why, it's Sylvia and John.
- Hello, sir.

How nice of you to come,
both of you.

- It was sweet of you to ask us.
- Be careful !

Who is that in the tree ?

- Oh !
- It's Sir Edgar !

- Yes.
- Would you like us to help you down ?

Victor, perhaps you'd better
fetch a ladder.

Edgar !
...has been relieved !

...quite all right.

Nothing to worry about at all.

There's nothing to worry about.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Are you all right now, Edgar ?

Yes, thank you, I...

I'm just a little dizzy.

The heat and the...
the badminton.

Swift game, badminton.

I thought you two
went to the battlefield.

Don't think
this hasn't been one.

Perhaps you should be in bed.

You might have
strained something.

I think so too.
You do look a little strange.

I'm fine.
Never felt better.

We will go back to the lawn.

Will you promise
to rest here for a while ?

I promise.

Hello, John.
I didn't see you at first.

How could you ?
You were upside down.

Please...

- How is he now ?
- He'll live.

He's asked
for whiskey and soda.

- I'll get it for him.
- Well, we'll team up

- till we finish our game.
- Don't mention games to him.

- Not now anyway.
- Would you like to see the rest of the garden ?

Why, yes.
Excuse me.

What's happening here ?

Can't you remember, Leon ?
It's spring.

- But that's your young man.
- And your daughter.

It's a fair exchange,
for old time's sake.

It will soon be night.

What's wrong, John ?

I was, about you.

Dear little Suzanne.

You're still the same
little brat, after all.

- Why did you ask me here ?
- Perhaps it was destiny.

Tell me,
do you believe in the stars ?

Well, sometimes I read my horoscope
in the Sunday paper

and I suppose I believe in it
when it's favorable.

I have looked up
our horoscopes.

You are Gemini,
and I am Libra.

So you see ? The stars
have made us for each other.

Here.

This will do you good.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Did you really hurt yourself ?

No.

You must think me
an absolute fool.

What have you been thinking
of me ?

- With John ?
- That's different.

You've been good for him.

I'm very grateful to you.

Besides, I doubt if you
ever took him seriously.

Like I did Lizette.

Perhaps not.

But Lizette has been
equally good for you.

We are only foolish
when we stop looking for love.

You see, John,
I love you.

Suzanne...

- Are you sure ?
- No.

I'm not sure, yet.

I can get used to the idea.

No one's ever told me
they loved me before.

- Didn't Sylvia ?
- Well...

The subject did come up
during the course of conversation.

You know...

Anyway, that's all over now.

It had better be.

I have some very un-French ideas
about marriage.

Who said anything
about marriage ?

Besides, I haven't said
that I love you yet.

Do you think
you could, John ?

You know...

I think I could.

Brat.

Lizette ?

Edgar ?

I have been thinking
very seriously.

About us.

So have I.

- But...
- But what ?

Well, I don't know if you are,

but before you do,

I don't think you should...
fall in love with me.

- No ?
- No, Edgar.

We have had
very much fun together

and you've been
wonderful to me.

But it couldn't ever have been.

It was a beautiful dream.

No.

They may help you
to remember me.

I will always remember you.

You don't think
he's proposing to her ?

How will I ever get used to
a 20-year-old mother ?

I don't think you have to.

They were saying goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Will you please give my love to Suzanne ?
- Of course.

My love to...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Such a lovely day,
I think I shall walk home.

Will you take the car back,
Victor ?

All right.

Perhaps Lizette will permit me
to escort her to the shop.

Well, that will be very nice.
Thank you.

- See you later.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Was that for you ?

Or for me ?

Lizette.

Georges.

Perhaps I shall ride after all.
Do you mind ?

Of course I do.

But then...

Father,
before we leave Paris,

there's something
I'd like to confess.

Oh ?
What's that ?

Well, I really picked out
Sylvia for you.

- For me ?
- Yes.

My mistake.

But how extraordinary.

I picked out Lizette for you.

My mistake.

But I found Suzanne.

So before we leave Paris,
thanks for bringing me here.

♪ At 17

♪ He falls in love
quite madly ♪

♪ With eyes
of a tender blue ♪

♪ And when he falls

♪ He gets it rather badly

♪ With eyes
of a different hue ♪

♪ At 35 you'll find him
flirting sadly ♪

♪ With two or three or more

♪ When he fancies
he is past love ♪

♪ It is then he meets
his last love ♪

♪ And he loves her
as he's never loved before ♪