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I suppose I should've phoned
instead of just dropping in.

- You'll love Christabel.
- I'm happy to do it.

Christabels' uncle has always
been wonderful to me.

I hope this repays him
a little, at least.

I'm going to miss working for him.

If it would make
it simpler for you

she needn't come tomorrow.
Maybe, later in the week.

Her uncle thinks her
business school is starting--

I don't know
why my brother insists

upon Christabel going
to business school. I mean..

...if she's going to work in his
office, it seems so unnecessary.

If she eventually gets my job,
it will be helpful.

Excuse me.

- Yes? Come on up, Kenneth.
- 'Kenneth, Miss Foster.'

And leave the door open,
will you, please?

I wish we had time to sit down,
have a nice talk, Miss Caine.

Well, it's so late
and you've much to do.

You've been most kind.

I'm sure Christabel
will be very happy here.

I wish to keep her with me, but
there aren't many opportunities

in Santa Flora,
for an attractive young girl.

And, Christabel is so-so alive.

Don't miss her, already.

'Would you put that
in the kitchen, please?'

Yes, Miss Foster.

'I'm sorry, I'm rushed
like this, but the one day'

'I decide to give a party,
the office gets busy.'

- Gobby?
- 'Naturally.'

Well, come on up,
and leave the door open.

'Naturally.'

I'll go now.

Please wait,
I'll walk down with you.

- Hello.
- 'Donna?'

Hello, Margaret.

Don't bother.
I'll be alright.

But I.. No, Margaret,
the party is after the play.

Goodbye.

'You can come back
with us in Curtis' car.'

'Yes..'

Hello.

Good evening.

'Gobby, put them in the kitchen.'

- Who was the gypsy?
- Yes, yes..

- Who are you talking to?
- Margaret.

Margaret! Let me say
hello to Margaret.

Gobby wants to say hello to you.

- Hello, Margaret.
- 'Hello, Gobby.'

Thank you very much.

Gobby..

...there are a million
things we have to do.

We? Who is the hired help
you were talking to?

They work for Curtis.
They brought some things over.

Instead of moving his house
over here, why don't you wait

until you're Mrs. Curtis Carey?
Then, think up the party.

And somebody else can
do the work...and pay bills.

- How much do I owe you?
- $14.71.

Including old age pension,
unemployment insurance

- and withholding tax.
- Oh, Gobby..

- You want this in the icebox?
- Please.

I forgot soda.
Order it, will you, Gobby?

Clicquot or bicarbonate?

Who's picture
did you bring this time?

That's the one
I did for Mrs. Herkimer.

They're going to be here
tonight, aren't they?

Why do you use my apartment
for your gallery?

Why don't you use your own
place? Or better yet..

'No temper, please.
Be careful what you say.'

'Remember, I'm only helping you
because you're gonna be rich.'

'And all I want
is some soda water.'

Hello.
I'm Christabel Caine.

But you're not coming
until tomorrow.

I'm not?

I mean, you're not
expected until tomorrow.

But Aunt Clara couldn't have
made such a mistake.

When Uncle John came
up to Santa Flora

he talked about
a party or something..

...I understood, I was
to come the day after.

- The party was last night, so--
- But the party's tonight.

- Oh!
- You're Aunt was just here.

Oh, I didn't realize.
It must've been..

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I think I'll put a price tag on
it. Would that be too obvious?

'Christabel, this is Gabriel Broome.'

This is Christabel,
John Caine's niece.

How'd you like to have
your portrait painted?

You want to paint me?

I'll paint anyone
with a rich uncle.

Was that the only piece
of luggage you brought?

Oh, I'm not staying tonight.
I wouldn't dream of staying.

I'll find a room
in a hotel somewhere.

Please don't worry about me.
I'll be alright.

Where do you want these?

Well, I guess, you just better
take them down, again.

If you'll just put them
in here, please.

Whoever you are, come on up.

The room looks beautiful, Donna.

- Thanks, Gobby.
- And you're beautiful.

And, John Caine's niece'll
be beautiful, too, won't you?

Sure you will.

See you at the theater.

- Hello, Curtis.
- Hello, Gobby.

You'll find your bride-to-be
sticking toothpicks in shrimps.

They're dead though.

Donna?

Well, both domestic and
beautiful. What a combination.

- You're too early.
- I thought I could help you.

- You're too late!
- Alright, the truth then.

I couldn't stay away
another minute.

Donna, you'll never know, how
long a day can be without you.

- I like you.
- I believe you mean it.

'You can keep right on believing.'

Donna, you're not ready yet.

I thought I'd go just as I am.

This is the man
I'm marrying for his money.

Curtis Carey.
Christabel Caine.

- John's niece.
- Well, hello.

All the nice things your uncle's
been telling about you is true.

Thank you. It's so sweet of you
to take both of us tonight.

Delighted.

I'll get ready.

What did she mean, "both"?
Did you get an extra ticket?

You can get one, darling.
Call somebody.

- I've never been to an opening.
- Oh?

- Curtis?
- Yes.

It's opening night.

Is it hard to get tickets?

Oh, no.
It's no trouble at all.

Joe Bishop, please?

'Call Joe Bishop, Curtis.'

Oh, do you know where
I can reach him?

'Curtis, call Joe Bishop.'

'Uh, this is Curtis Carey
calling.'

'I need another ticket
for the opening tonight.'

Not even in the balcony?

'Oh, there must be something.'

'Tell them to leave it
at the box office, dear.'

Alright, yeah.
Yeah, I know you would.

Yeah. Thanks very much. Bye.

Christabel, you'll need a wrap.

I couldn't get another ticket.

Why didn't you call
Joe Bishop, dear?

I did call Joe Bishop.

- What are we going to do?
- Why don't you two go?

That's silly.
Why don't you take Christabel?

- 'Oh, now, wait a minute--'
- 'I could stay here.'

'I don't think I made enough
hors d'oeuvresanyway.'

I wouldn't hear of it.

- Well, let's all stay home.
- Curtis.

'Isn't there someone you can phone?'

Yes, Joe Bishop.

Here, let me help you.

There...it softens
your face, so much.

- Isn't she beautiful?
- Very.

Come on, we have to go.
It's getting late.

- I feel dreadful about this.
- Not another word.

See you later.

Have a wonderful time.

- Hello.
- 'Yes?'

Aunt Clara, I tried to reach you
but your line's been busy.

You don't know how worried I've
been waiting for you to answer.

'Christabel, I've been frantic.'

'I've called all over town
before you. Where are you?'

I'm at Donna's. I know how you
must've felt when you got home..

Uh, just a minute, Aunt Clara,
somebody just..

Hello? Hello.

- Hello.
- 'Christabel.'

'Is everything alright?
I talked to Donna and--'

Yes, dear.
I'm having a wonderful time.

'Get off the phone.'

Hello? Hel..

- What are you doing here?
- 'Eating.'

What are you doing here?

- I live here.
- Ah, no. Try again.

- Who are you?
- Janitor.

How dare you interrupt
my telephone calls.

Careful or I'll
shut off the water.

- Who are you?
- I'm Christabel Caine.

Okay, Chris, where's the salt?

- I don't know.
- You'd know if you lived here.

Does Miss Foster know you do this?

I think you better
get out of here.

- Now, where's the pepper?
- I don't know.

You don't know very much,
do you? Well, you don't have to.

'Cause you're awful pretty.

'I'll start things in the kitchen.'

You hide in here and I'll fix it
so you crash the party later.

Donna!

Donna, there's a monster
in your kitchen.

What?

She always keeps
her monsters on ice.

- Hi, Nick.
- Where do you hide the mustard?

- Hi, Curtis.
- Hello, Nick.

- I thought you wouldn't arrive.
- I wondered the same about you.

Do you know this woman?

- 'I'm sorry, Nick, this is--'
- I know, we've been rassling.

'Give me another.'

I left a manuscript here
for you to read, remember?

It's good...except in places,
I think it's still too brutal.

That's funny,
I copied whole passages

right out of Little Women,
just for people like you.

Here.

I know the stories
you've told me about China.

Stop acting as if China
was a garden party.

I've always wanted to know
somebody who's been to China.

Tell me about it.

A lot of Chinese live there.

She's real pretty.

At least, I'm well-mannered.

Thanks, Curtis.

- Who is he?
- The monster? Nick Bradley.

- Friend of yours?
- Well, Donna knew him first.

She discovered him.
He's an author.

Oh, her protege.
Oh, I didn't mean that.

- I know you didn't.
- Let me take that.

- All those people.
- Alright.

- Hello, Senator.
- Good evening, Curtis.

All those people are
very anxious to meet you.

I'll make it as painless
as possible.

This is your house?

Yes.
Big, isn't it?

Donna should be very happy here.

They used to say about me
that my slip was showing..

...my bank deposit slip.

It's 'cause they know
the good things you're doing..

...charities,
foundations, everything.

Uncle John's told me
all about you.

There's still a lot
of people without money

who expect me to apologize
for having it.

- Well, don't you do it.
- Don't worry. I never do.

You're very wise.

You know, I think
I'm going to like you.

Come on, let's go.

Hello, Gobby. I tried to find
you during intermission.

- I was being trampled on.
- What's on your mind?

I want you to invest
in something terrific.

- I told you you'd be beautiful.
- Thank you, sir.

- Invest in what?
- In me, of course.

I want to have a one-man show,
late this summer, August maybe.

It'll cost about $500.

But what's money?

- Mine or yours?
- Yours, of course. I've none.

Well, don't be so smug about it.

Where are the Herkimers?
My palm is itching.

- Hello, Uncle John.
- Why, hello.

Hello, John. This niece of yours
is a very surprising young lady.

- Quite surprising.
- I'll be right back.

I thought we decided that you
weren't coming until tomorrow.

I wanted to come to the party.

Besides, it was much better
for Aunt Clara.

Did you know she was here today,
to arrange things for you?

Well, I knew she came
to see the doctors.

- Did you call and tell her?
- I did it the first thing.

- Good.
- John, this is Nick Bradley.

Hello, Mr. Caine.

Looking forward to seeing you.

- Have you read it yet?
- Not yet.

If Donna says it's a good book,
I'll certainly read it.

Put it on my desk
Monday, will you?

You can take it home
with you tonight.

She's a tough critic,
had me rewriting for months.

- I hated her.
- You go around hating everyone?

- Do you know two each other?
- We're old friends.

Had a lot of laughs
together, haven't we?

Mr. Caine, I'd like you to see
a portrait I painted.

I did Mrs. Herkimer.
They're supposed to be here.

I heard the Herkimers
were getting a divorce.

- She left him, anyway.
- Oh, no.

Now, I'm stuck with Mrs. Herkimer.

You don't know
who she left him for, do you?

Here we are.

You look even better awake
than sleeping.

You were asleep when I first
came in. Very appealing.

Donna tells me you're going
to a business school.

When you go to school,
I'll carry your books for you.

- What kind of books are they?
- I'm going to be a file clerk.

That's what I'll start as after
Donna and Curtis are married.

A file clerk, you?

It's not always easy
working for a relative.

They sometimes bend backwards
not to show favoritism.

Not planning to take
Donna's place, are you?

Oh, yes.

- You seen the view?
- Yes.

It looks better with me in it.

- Curtis?
- Yes.

- You promised to introduce me.
- Right away.

If she played her cards right..

...she could win me.

- Smells good. What is it?
- Beef Stroganoff.

Specialty in the house.
You could have had it sooner.

- I didn't miss it.
- How do you know?

You haven't tasted it yet.

How come Donna let you visit
a strange man's apartment?

She did make me turn you down
the other times you had called.

Well, I was so busy with school
and having my portrait painted.

'Tagging around
with Donna and Curtis?'

Can you think
of any better company?

- Me?
- Oh.

How's your shorthand?

Oh, it's terrible.
I've given it up.

How come?

Well, I don't think I can ever
replace Donna in the office.

No, I don't suppose you can.

Why not?

Now, look,
it was your idea, not mine.

Now, sing for your supper.

Tell me the story of your life.

It's not very wonderful,
just a girl who lost her parents

and went to live
with her poor aunt.

Of course, I could've gone
to live with Uncle John.

He's the rich member
of the family, but..

...Aunt Clara needed me.

It was worth the sacrifice just
to bring her a little happiness.

- Go on.
- That's all.

Okay, I'll get the rest later.

I told you, though,
there isn't any more.

I know you did,
but that won't stop me.

I want to know what's going on
in that pretty little head..

- ...and both those heads.
- What does that mean?

I think there are two of you,
one is fictional..

...a little gal who sees herself
getting things she never had..

...and the other one is real
and I like her a lot.

Now you sound like an author.

I am an author,
and a darn good one.

You want to stay away from me,
don't you, Chris?

At least, one of you does.

Why is that?

What's the reason, Chris?
Is it this?

You wanna know something..

...you like me..

...both of you.

Stop turning your head
and hold still.

Are you this disagreeable
to all the women you paint?

'Yes, if they persist in talking.'

You don't care much
for women, do you?

My girl, apart from painting,
my major occupation

is convincing husbands
that I'm harmless.

'Now can we get to work?'

'You'd like to have this shown,
wouldn't you?'

Of course. I'd even sacrifice
business school for you.

Immediately after flunking out.

- That's not true.
- Relax, this is Gobby.

I suppose you're walking out
on me again with Nick.

- We're going to the beach.
- You're wasting my time.

Nick will never be rich enough
to buy this.

- Uncle John would buy it.
- And Uncle John told me..

...that if I kept you away from
business school another day

he'd report me
to the truant officer.

He doesn't know about
your quitting, does he?

I haven't had the opportunity
to tell him.

'Hello...who?'

'Yes, she's here.'

It's for you.

I can't see why you don't take
your calls at home.

'Hello?'

Of course,
I'll talk to Mr. Carey.

Hello! Hello, Curtis?
Are you really calling me?

Why, of course, I'll help you.
Is anything wrong?

Any time at all.

I'll be there,
and...thank you for calling me.

Bye.

You turned your head again,
or has Curtis turned it?

Really, Gobby, I can't imagine
why I put up with you.

Because I know too much about you.

As a result, you can
be yourself with me.

- The way you treat friends.
- I have none, only creditors.

I suppose we'll have to let him
in before he breaks the door.

- You rang?
- Hi, whistler.

Hello, mother.

What are you hiding, Gobby?

Now, isn't this enough art
for one exhibit?

I've got three more hours of
light. Gimme a break, will you?

Every time I take Chris out,
I do you a favor.

Artists have to suffer, you know?

- You ready?
- I can't go with you today.

- You got a good reason?
- I promised Gobby I'd stay.

Hmm.

- Hmm. What?
- Just hmm.

- What's wrong with it?
- Don't ask him.

Looks like a cross
between Lucrezia Borgia

and peg o' my heart.

Even with two heads, you
couldn't look like this..

...or do you know
something I don't?

Never heard of anything
so ridiculous.

Why don't you go back to China
and write another book about it?

- Right now, I mean.
- I like it here.

Then, I suggest that
you stick to your typewriter

and I'll stick to my palette.

- And chisel?
- I think it's wonderful.

Well, that settles it.

Come on outside.
I want to talk to you.

Now look--

I never suspected you knew
so much about everything.

It's most enlightening.

Where do you get
dialogues like that?

Not from anything you wrote.

- Oh, you read my book.
- Mm-hmm.

Come on.

- You didn't like it?
- I hated every word of it.

- Why?
- Well, I..

The Norwegian sailor confuse you?

Yes, I thought he was
a brutal character.

Especially when
he murdered the girl.

Yes, I like to think
of people as human beings.

Christabel, if you ever
draw an honest breath

I want to be there to see it.

I've never seen
anybody choke to death.

You can't make me lose my temper.

I don't think I'm going
to see you again.

- Christabel?
- Yes.

- Come here.
- What do you want?

You'll find out when you get here.

Well?

If we're going to
say goodbye forever

we might as well do it right.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

- Dinner's at 7:00.
- We just said goodbye.

- You didn't mean that.
- You're incurable.

- Your place?
- My place.

- You want me to pick you up?
- I'll be there.

- Alright.
- Alright.

Christabel, there's no
Norwegian sailor in my book.

Don't go around
telling people there is.

Now can we get to work?

- What are you doing?
- See you tomorrow, darling.

Christabel!

It's very handsome,
but that's not quite it.

- Hello, Curtis.
- Hi.

- Am I late?
- No, almost perfect timing.

How are you at picking out
engagement presents?

No experience, sir,
but I'm glad you thought of me.

It has to be as special as Donna
is. That makes it difficult.

I thought you were in trouble.

I was. I'd already been
to three different shops.

I was worried about you.

- Oh, look.
- Oh, that is something.

You think she'd like it?

No, it just happened
to catch my eye.

- It's one of our finest pieces.
- Yes, I'm-I'm sure it is.

Let's look over here.

It's lovely.

Well, what about a wrist watch?

Mm-m, no. I don't
think so, do you?

They're rather showy.

They're all matched stones, sir.

It's beautiful.

These are not only matched
stones but notice the sapphires.

- Oh, Curtis, come here.
- Did you find something?

Look at these darling cameos,
so old-fashioned, so like Donna.

Those are not real cameos, madam.

They're costume jewelry,
what they call costume jewelry.

- Could I see that one, please?
- Ahem. Certainly.

- Isn't it sweet?
- Well, I-I--

- Don't you love it?
- Well I--

Oh, it's exactly what I would want

but I suppose, no two
people have the same taste.

No.

'Oh, Christabel, this necklace
really is beautiful.'

- Oh, that.
- Don't you like it?

Of course, I do,
but isn't it awfully expensive?

- Not for what it is, madam.
- She won't think of expense.

Just the question of
whether she'd like it or not.

Curtis, you make her
sound so mercenary.

She'd never accept that.
This is so sweet.

Excuse me, madam, but there
really is no comparison.

- No, I suppose there isn't.
- Donna would love this.

Well, you know her
better than I do..

...if you think that
would make her happy.

I'm sure it would.
I do indeed. I'll take that.

Why don't you let me give you
the cameo for helping me out?

I wouldn't dream of it. You've
been too extravagant already.

Thank you for your trouble.

- Good evening, Miss Foster.
- Hello, Arthur.

- Mr. Carey's on the terrace.
- Thank you.

- Hello, darling.
- Hello, Curtis.

- Tired?
- Exhausted.

Oh, never to have to work again.

Christabel's been with me,
I asked her to stay for dinner.

- Oh, how thrilling.
- We're outside.

You were so late, I had Curtis
telephone you at the office.

It was a madhouse there. I
escaped and went home to change.

What were you and Curtis doing?

- Is it a secret?
- Tell her. Don't make her wait.

Well, I had thought later.

We've made such
a mystery of it already.

Thank you.
For you.

- Curtis.
- It's an engagement present.

Happy engagement.

You like it?

Like it? Oh, Curtis!

'Sapphires.'

Anytime you two want another
secret, go right ahead.

Isn't it the most beautiful
thing you've ever seen?

Yes, quite beautiful.

Oh, darling.

See, you were wrong.
She did accept it.

Curtis, you're supposed
to hook this.

You do know her better than I do.

What are you two whispering about?

Nothing. Christabel just
thought you might not like it.

Not like it?
Why shouldn't I?

Of course, you should, Donna.
It's the finest piece they had.

'Salesman said so.'

She thought you'd rather
have something more simple.

And I'm glad I was wrong.

I picked out
the sweetest little cameo

but Curtis
wouldn't hear of it, would you?

Well, I was sure
you'd rather have the sapphires.

Because they cost more?

'You know that had nothing
to do with it.'

- Dinner is served, sir.
- Thank you, Arthur.

- Would you help me?
- Please don't take it off.

It looks lovely on you.
Doesn't it, Curtis?

If you like, I'll exchange
it in the morning.

No, Curtis.

Didn't somebody say
something about dinner?

Nick Bradley is here, John.

You tell him. You handle
these things better than I do.

Besides, I've got to go.

- You look tired.
- You work me too hard.

Nonsense. Takes your mind
off your wedding.

Send Nick Bradley in, please.

Really, John,
he'd rather hear it from you.

- Hello, Mr. Caine.
- 'Hello.'

You read any good books lately?

Ha!

Nick, I've got to go and keep
an author from talking to press.

You're a good writer, Nick,
with a genuine gift for words.

Our eastern office agrees,
and they've accepted the book.

Of course it needs cutting.
You can work on it

with one of our editors
when he's back from Boston.

- Yes.
- Mr. Caine's car is here.

'Alright.'

- You take over, Donna.
- Thank you so much, Mr. Caine.

Nonsense.

I hope it makes a lot
of money...for both of us.

- What do you know?
- You sold a book.

That's what you've been saying
all the time. Celebration!

- Mm-m, no.
- Come on!

You call Curtis.
We'll have a big celebration.

- No, Nick, I can't.
- No, I'm happy.

And I've a habit of wanting
people I like to be happy.

- Anything wrong?
- No, nothing. Not at all.

Correction, yes.

Here. I've got a nice,
dry shoulder.

You cry on it.

Nick, if you were very wealthy,
would you know if someone

was marrying you
for your money or for you?

If I were Curtis, I wouldn't
have any doubts about you.

You don't miss much, do you, Nick?

In my pursuit of truth
and the elusive Christabel

I've seen an awful lot
of you and Curtis.

Doesn't take much savvy to know
things aren't the way they were.

- Maybe it's my fault.
- Maybe.

Maybe, you're not fighting
Curtis' doubts.

You can't fight doubts, Nick.
At least, I can't.

Either Curtis has faith
in me or he hasn't.

The old pride, eh?

Come on, I'll buy you
a drink. We'll drown it.

I can't.
I have to meet Curtis.

- Why don't you come with me?
- Where to?

The Osborne gallery.
Gobby's one-man show.

Yes. I promised Gobby faithfully
that I wouldn't be there.

Let's go.

- Thanks for the shoulder, Nick.
- Use it anytime.

Personally, I think Curtis is
the all-time all-American sap.

John's right. You've a gift for
words, but you do need cutting.

Come on.

Yes, ma'am.

Peasant.

- Who was it?
- It says, "Gabriel Broome."

- So does this.
- All of them are.

Is he living or dead?

Dead, of course.

Living.

Ida Mae..

...look.

That's the girl in the portrait.

Hi.

- Maybe he is alive.
- I don't know.

Hello, Gobby. Is this
your dull, blue period?

- How's it going?
- People are just arriving.

Have you sold me yet, Gobby?

No. The Olsons were here, but
they think you're too expensive.

Something's missing.
Where's Donna?

Well, she's still
at the office, I suppose.

Oh.

The Olsons are back.
Excuse me, will you?

Gobby knows too much
or thinks he does.

It's just because
you're upset about Donna.

It makes you oversensitive,
and you shouldn't be, Curtis.

Donna loves you.
I'm sure she does.

I wish I was sure. Most men
have to make their successes.

I didn't.

All my life, I've had
to prove one thing..

...that people wanted me
and not my money.

You don't have to prove
it to me, Curtis.

I know, I didn't think I had
to prove it to Donna, either.

Now, I-I don't know anymore.

If two people are really in love
they should accept one another

- with trust and understanding.
- Well, that's a big if.

Isn't there some way you can
find out how Donna feels..

...just to satisfy
your own foolish doubts?

If I let Donna suspect I've any
doubts, I'd lose her altogether.

But she needn't suspect. I know
very little about these things

but isn't there some arrangement
the sort, that lawyers work out

between a husband and wife?

I don't think
I understand what you mean.

Well, I'm not very sure
that I understand either

but when two people marry,
isn't there something about..

...rights and things? Oh dear,
I'm getting all mixed up.

Are you suggesting to ask Donna
to give up rights to my estate?

- Oh, that's a wonderful idea!
- But it's your idea, not mine.

I wouldn't dream of such a thing.

Of course not, not really.
I meant as a sort of a test.

No. No, that's out
of the question.

But, Curtis, you're
not being fair to Donna.

At least give her the chance
to prove that she loves you.

That's what I would want you
to do if I were Donna.

The Olsons have decided to pick
something more like an ancestor.

- I'll have do a self-portrait.
- I'm glad you didn't sell it.

It would be just like living
in a stranger's house.

Well, I have to eat.
And what's more, I like eating.

Well, then go right ahead
and sell it.

Gobby, before you sell it
check with me, will you?

- There's Donna.
- Where? Oh, excuse me.

Please be nice to her, Curtis.

Isn't that terrific, Donna?

'Look at the skin texture
on that girl.'

And just the suggestion
of the men..

...watching this beautiful
creature, as she stands poised

on the threshold of life.

Look at those eyes.
Have you ever seen such depth?

The picture happens to be called
"Hungry man digging potatoes."

- My error.
- Hello, Gobby.

Hiya.

I'll thank you to stop
scaring away the customers.

We're all down in front
of Christabel's picture.

All kneeling?

- Hungry men, eating potatoes?
- Digging.

Oh, digging.

'Donna, I thought
you'd never get here.'

- Nick.
- Hiya.

Hi, Nick.
Hello, darling.

Lucrezia Borgia
or peg o' my heart?

- Now, don't start that again.
- Have you sold it yet?

I'm not quite sure.

Now that it's finished,
you'll have to dream up

another excuse for breaking dates.

Just for that,
you can take me to dinner.

You've made yourself a date.

- What's the quickest way out?
- The window.

I wonder if Nick's the right
kind of man for Christabel.

Do you feel responsible
for her, Curtis?

Yes, in a way, don't you?

She was so unhappy,
like a kid, when she thought

of some stranger
owning her portrait.

- Let's give it to her.
- It's your money.

Do you always have
to talk about money?

It seems to be very much
on your mind these days.

If it upsets you,
I won't give it her.

The portrait has nothing
to do with it.

I thought it'd be
a nice thing to do.

After all,
Christabel has so little.

I wouldn't worry too much
about Christabel.

She'll get more.

Donna, has Christabel
done anything to you?

I wish I knew.

I happen to know that
she's extremely fond of you.

Few moments ago, she told me
how wonderful you were.

- How much you loved me.
- Do you need her reassurance?

Of course not.
Donna.

- I'm sorry if it hit home.
- This isn't like you.

- It's not like either of us.
- Donna, not so loud.

Things are getting worse
all the time.

It's as though
you no longer trusted me.

I wonder if we can ever get back
to where we were.

I don't know,
there...might be a way.

How, Curtis?

I think that lecherous old man
ogling Christabel's portrait

is gonna buy it.

Excuse me, Donna.

Aquarius.

Jupiter.

Mars.

Venus.

Stop there.

Please, Nick I...it's getting
late, I ought to go in.

Not yet, I don't want to lose you.

You won't lose me.

Well, not when we're alone
like this, but..

...when we're
with other people..

...Donna, Curtis,
Gobby, you're gone.

It's just your imagination.

I admit it's vivid,
but it's very accurate.

Why don't you marry me
and quit getting lost?

- Nick, please.
- That's no answer.

Well, I can't darling. I need
time. Give me a little time.

Time for what?

Just a little longer.

Alright, I won't push you. I'll
give you till tomorrow night.

My place at seven.

Oh, I can't, I have to go to the
ball. The Carey charity ball.

Did anyone ever tell you,
that charity begins at home?

Alright, next May.

Goodnight, Nick.

How many times do I have to
tell you how much you love me?

- What are you doing, Donna?
- 'Packing.'

- Where are you going?
- London.

With Curtis?

I'm glad everything's alright.

'Did you think
anything was wrong?'

Of course not, silly, I..

...just didn't know,
you were planning quite so soon.

- When?
- 'Tomorrow afternoon.'

But the ball?

I won't be at the ball.

- But Curtis has to be there.
- 'I said, I won't be there.'

- Donna, how terrible.
- Yes, isn't it?

Terrible for everybody, but you.

I don't understand.
What do you mean?

You almost stumbled,
as I did once.

When you came here that first day

I fell flat on my face
over your suitcase.

I never really got up.

But surely you're not blaming me
for what happened. You can't..

I've done everything,
I've even talked to Curtis.

Yes, you did,
and Curtis talked to me.

He gave me the acid test,
to see whether I loved him

enough to give up
all rights to his money.

'Then I realized, it was you
who provided the acid.'

But you're not fair, it's not
true, I-I only said that--

I know pretty well what you said.

"If I were you Curtis,
if I were Donna.."

I can just hear you, being
so helpful and so helpless.

Helping to mess up people's
lives for your own purposes.

'And just about as helpless
as a wildcat.'

Somebody, should have told
the birds and bees about you.

Go ahead, Donna.

I know you're not happy and if
it makes you feel any better..

...say whatever you, please.

Sacrificing to the end,
aren't you, Christabel?

Only it doesn't fool me anymore.

I'm not going to hold
this against you, Donna.

You've been very good to me,
and I'll never forget that.

No matter, what you say.

That's very touching.

I'm sure, Curtis
will be deeply moved

when you tell him,
how noble you've been to me.

And after the way,
I've treated you.

You wouldn't think that I could--

I've stopped thinking.
It's easier that way.

I told my agent
to rent the apartment.

But don't worry, Christabel..

'...I'm sure, of one thing..'

'...Christabel, will take
care of Christabel..'

'...every time.'

And then I told, Donna, that I
forgave her for all the things

she had said, and I...I didn't
ever wanted to feel ashamed.

'Don't worry, she wasn't.'

Uncle John,
what did Donna say about me?

She said nothing about you.

Nothing?

Donna and Curtis were in love.
Deeply in love.

What happened, Christabel?

I-I can't imagine.

Surely, you don't believe
I had anything to do with it?

Why did you confide in me
unless you were afraid

that Donna had already told me?

Or unless you had
a guilty conscience.

I confided in you because
you're the nearest thing

I've ever had to a father.

Because I love you and I need you.

That's all very well, but...
stop moving my papers about.

I was tidying up your desk.

Uncle John, how would you like
me to help while Donna's away?

I wouldn't like it.

Now, look, Christabel,
since you left business school..

...you're obviously not equipped
to work in this office..

...I can't see any point
in you not returning

'to Santa Flora
and your Aunt Clara.'

But I like it here,
I've got friends here.

Nick's going to Boston.

'My editor can't get away, so,
Nick has to go work with him.'

He leaves on the midnight plane.

So soon?

You may as well return tonight.
I'll send the car for you.

- But the ball is tonight.
- I'll make your excuses.

But I've looked forward to it.

It's my first ball,
probably my last ball.

Oh, let me go back tomorrow.

Another day won't make
any difference.

No, I guess it won't at that.

Oh, Uncle John,
you do understand me.

'Curtis.'

Oh, Gobby, isn't this
just like heaven?

Don't ask me,
I've never been there.

You know what they're saying
about Curtis and Donna?

No, what?

Well, I don't know,
I thought maybe you did.

- I-I wonder..
- Curtis is on the terrace.

Shall we dance?

Oh, let's say hello to Uncle John.

Alright.

- Here's your niece, John.
- Good evening, Uncle John.

Good evening, Christabel.

- Hello, Gobby.
- Hello, Curtis. How are you?

- You look lovely.
- Oh, thank you.

Curtis, my dear, it's going
even better than last year.

Money is just flowing in.

That's because
you always do everything

- so charmingly, Mrs. Bolton.
- Hello, John.

Uh, Mrs. Bolton, my niece,
Christabel Caine.

Why didn't you tell me
you had such decorative niece?

I would've put her to work
selling programs.

- Well, next year.
- I'm afraid I won't be here.

My niece is moving
back to Santa Flora tomorrow.

What a pity. Come along, John,
I need you to start the bidding.

So long as I don't have to end it.

You too, Curtis.

When was all this decided
about you going away?

Well, Uncle John thought it
was best. I suppose, he's right.

You see, Donna..
I mean, the apartment sublet..

...so that sort of leaves me
out in the cold.

Well, I'm sorry, Christabel.
I'll miss you.

- Will you, Curtis?
- Well, of course, I will.

Maybe that you blame me, too.

- Blamed you, for what?
- I'd rather not talk about it.

Well, I'd rather you had.
What is it, Christabel?

Well, you see,
Donna had the idea

that what happened between
you two, was my fault.

Your fault?

Yes, and if you felt that way,
I couldn't bare it.

Oh, we can't talk here, come on.

- But your guests?
- They'll survive.

I...hope I haven't
upset you, Curtis.

Why should you think
that I'd blame you for anything?

Maybe...maybe, I am to blame.

Why do you say that?

Well, I-I wanted to protect you,
I wanted you to be happy

even if it meant
sacrificing my own happiness.

You shouldn't feel
responsible for my happiness.

I...I can't help it.

- Christabel, I--
- Please, please don't say that.

I've tried so hard
to fight against what I feel.

I didn't want you to know ever.

You've been so sweet and kind
to me, but that's your nature.

- It doesn't mean anything.
- Oh, it means a great deal.

That's very generous of you,
Curtis...and charitable.

I don't mean to be charitable.

No, I know you didn't.
It's just you.

Well, I'd better be going home.
I have a lot of packing to do.

Don't look so unhappy, Curtis.
Don't worry about me.

I suppose no one ever
died of a broken heart.

Christabel.

Curtis, you do love me?

'Chris?'

'Chris!'

Hello, Nick.

I thought your plane left
at twelve.

It did.

They have a habit of leaving
whether I'm on them or not.

- Please.
- Please, what?

There'll be another one
tomorrow night

and we'll be on it, both of us.

- I can't do that.
- Give me one good reason.

I won't accept it.
Give it to me anyway.

I'm going to marry Curtis Carey.

What did you say?

I'm going to marry Curtis Carey.

That's what I thought you said.

Is he going to marry Donna, too?

'Donna has gone away to London''

So, that's what you were up to.

Nice going, Christabel.

Nick, I'm sorry I had to hurt you.

Don't mind me.

Don't mind Donna, either.

And while we're at it,
let's throw in Curtis.

Curtis loves me.

Come on.
Let's get this over with.

Tell me that you love him.

- He needs me.
- What do you think you need?

It's not my fault you're in love
with me. I didn't ask you to.

You didn't want to love me,
but you did.

In spite of..."We're not good
for each other, Nick."

"This thing is no good.
It's just a sex attraction."

Well, you're right.

It's all that and name me
something better, if you can.

That's why you'll never
get me out of your blood.

That's why when you're with
Curtis, I'll always be there.

Goodbye, Mrs. Curtis Carey.

I'd like to say, "be happy,"
but you won't be.

- You'll just be lonely.
- Nick!

You little fake, don't you know
what you really want?

Make up your mind and make it up
now, because I'm a restless guy.

Hello?

Curtis, darling.

'I was just sitting here
thinking of you.'

Hold on a minute, please.

Yes?

Of course, I'm happy.

I love you too, darling.

I'll never be lonely again,
will I?

Goodnight, Curtis.

I think the Wesley hospital
committee

has done an excellent job
and I'm very flattered

that you want me on the committee

but I know so little
about these things.

My dear, we want you to join us.

Besides, we can use
your membership fee.

'Just a 1,000 dollars.'

I'm afraid, you'll
have to ask Curtis.

Well, there won't be any trouble
about that, will there, Curtis?

'Exactly as it should be.
I must say, I disapprove'

'of women having anything
to do with finances.'

Christabel was brought up
in the old-fashioned way

in a little town
and with no luxury at all.

Really, Aunt Clara,
I don't believe these ladies

are interested in my life history.

Oh, my dear, I didn't mean..

I just meant that we hope Curtis
will keep you as simple

and unaffected as you
always have been.

Don't we, John?

I think we can leave
that safely to Curtis.

- Sorry, I must go.
- Can't you stay for dinner?

- No thanks. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Good evening.
- Excuse me, ladies.

It was so nice having you, Uncle
John. I wish you'd come often.

It was good to see your Aunt
Clara enjoying herself so much.

She's been very lonely
in Santa Flora.

- Sweet of you to ask her.
- I'm still your favorite niece?

Well, I was a little disturbed,
especially when you and Curtis

were married so soon after Donna..

...I guess those things happen.

Goodnight, dear.

When is Nick Bradley's book
coming out?

Oh, pretty soon.
We've had some delays.

- Have you seen him lately?
- No, he's still away.

But he'll be back
by publication date.

- Goodnight, Uncle John.
- Goodnight, dear.

- Goodnight, Arthur.
- Goodnight, sir.

Do you know what day this is?

- No, what day is it?
- Close your eyes.

- Oh, I love surprises.
- Happy six months' anniversary.

Oh, Curtis, darling.

- Oh.
- But don't you remember?

Yes, of course, I remember.
The jewelry shop.

I tried to give it to you then,
you wouldn't let me.

Curtis, I-I don't want
to seem ungrateful, but..

...couldn't you find something
for me that was..

...just ours, especially ours..

...with nothing to do with
the past or anyone else?

I'm sorry. Your Aunt Clara
thought you'd like it. So did I.

I guess we were both mistaken.
I'll get you something else.

You're sweet.

Then, maybe you won't mind
if I scold you, just a little.

Have I done something wrong?

I wish you hadn't told
Mrs. Bolton to see me

- about your membership fee.
- Curtis, it's your money.

Whatever I have is yours.
You know that.

- You don't have to come to me.
- You spoil me.

I couldn't possibly spoil
anything as perfect as you.

Aunt Clara seems to be worried

about whether you can keep me
simple and unaffected.

'I think I can manage
with her help.'

You two are very good friends,
aren't you?

'I'm very fond of her.'

She's given me several pointers
on how to treat a wife.

You don't need pointers.

After all, I was a bachelor
before I was married.

But I like being married.

I like particularly
being married to you.

Curtis, I-I forgot to say
goodnight to Aunt Clara.

Aunt Clara.

Oh, Christabel.

I was waiting
for our evening talk.

I dozed off.

You let yourself get over tired.
Taken your medicine?

- No, not yet, dear.
- I'll fix it for you.

Oh, Christabel,
you're so good to me.

It's so nice being here.

I'm glad you've enjoyed it.

And I'm going to miss you.

Miss me?

I wanted to keep you here,
a lot longer, but I don't dare.

You don't want Curtis
to leave me, do you?

Why, but Christabel...
I thought, Curtis liked me.

He told me, he liked me.

Darling, we've enjoyed
every minute you've been here

but we don't want to impose
on Curtis's generosity, do we?

Oh, no.

No, indeed.

I'll leave in the morning.

Aunt Clara, I'm-I'm
going to miss you.

'Here. Take your medicine
like a good girl.'

Christabel.

You will come to see me?

'Of course, I will,
darling. Goodnight.'

Take your places, ladies?

Last year, as you know,
I wasn't actively concerned

in the management of the ball,
and I don't want

to seem critical, but
the decorations for instance--

'A little to your right,
Mrs. Mayer.'

However, this year
with Mr. Broome in charge

'I don't think we need worry.'

'Alright. Hold it, now.'

Thank you.

I also observed
that the arrangements

for selling tickets were handled
in a most haphazard way.

'May I have one of you,
Mrs. Carey?'

Yes, of course.

'Mm-hmm.'

'Mm-hmm. Now, hold it.'

'Thank you.'

If you'll excuse me,
my husband's waiting

so go right ahead
with the other details.

And now, what's this
I hear about your charging

$2500 for the decorations?

This is Christabel, remember?
Aren't you donating anything?

Of course I am, I'm only
charging for my materials

I'm donating my genius.

- And how much is that worth?
- You couldn't afford it.

Now, go away. I want
to be alone with Curtis.

Well, that should be a novelty.

Darling, I'm sorry
they held me up.

Uncle John, how nice to see you.

- Would you like a drink?
- Mm. I'd love one.

Did you finally get through
with all your committees?

Yes, I'm yours till dinner.

That's fine, that gives
me all of 15 minutes.

Oh, darling, don't sulk.
After all, it's for charity.

Did you bring the programs?

I also brought you a copy
of Nick Bradley's book.

How nice.

- How is he?
- 'He's fine.'

- Is he still in the East?
- 'He got back the other day.'

'But I'm going to
send him out again'

'to do some promotion work
with the women's clubs.'

- You remember Nick, don't you?
- Of course, my old competition.

Oh, don't be absurd, darling.

Funny, you should think
I'd forget him.

Why? What do you mean?

It's just that I knew him
a long time before, I knew you.

How is his book doing?

It's too early, but it had good
reviews and I think it may sell.

Ask him to call us up, John.
I'd like to see him.

You heard, Uncle John say,
that he was going away.

You two should go away
for a while, Christabel.

Why don't you go down to the lake?

Oh, it would be pleasant.
We'll think about it, won't we?

I already have thought about it.
You're tired. You need a rest.

'Please don't worry about me.'

Besides, I hardly
ever see you anymore.

You're always knee-deep
in committees.

And I've missed you too
and there's nothing

better that I would like
than...just the two of us

going away together,
but I can't right now.

What is it, Arthur?

Miss Foster, on the phone
for Mr. Caine.

'Take it here, John.'

'No, thanks.
I'll use the one in the hall.'

I didn't know, Donna was back.

Oh, yes. She'd been back
with me a couple of weeks.

Did you know?

- Yes, John told me.
- Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't think you'd be
particularly interested.

I can't understand,
neither one of you telling me.

I hardly ever get a chance
to speak to you.

Now, let's get back
to why we can't go away.

Well, the-the ball,
for one thing.

Darling, the ball has been held
and very successfully

for 25 years, before you came.

Darling, this isn't like you.
I only took charge of the ball

because I thought
it would please you.

You're sweet.

I didn't know what I was
getting into.

No, there's something
else upsetting you.

- Curtis, is it Nick?
- No, it isn't Nick.

Oh, I'm glad it isn't because
I wasn't the least bit upset

the way you and Uncle John

made such a secret
about Donna's return.

O-oh, look at the time.
I must get dressed. So must you.

'Alright, as soon as I
finish my drink.'

Donna, why don't you set up
some interviews with the press

for Friday and on Saturday a
cocktail party for the critics?

Well, Nick wants to go
back East, doesn't he?

- Yes, he wants to go back.
- I don't want to go back.

He'll love lecturing
to all those women's clubs.

'I doubt that.'

I won't love it. I hate
women and I hate clubs.

You'll do, what you're told.

I'll get plane reservations
for him.

- 'Monday, if possible.'
- Yes, Monday.

Uh, how's Curtis?

'Oh, fine, fine.'

See you in the morning.

- Goodbye, Donna.
- Goodbye.

'How is Curtis?'

He's fine.

How can anyone be fine,
with a hook in his throat?

- I hope he's happy.
- I hope she's miserable.

Now, then, you ready up there?

You ready? Alright, let's go.

Higher than that.

Fine. Dixon, will show
you where to put that.

Good.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Well, it's about time!

Please, Christabel,
must you shout?

You were supposed to be here
at 9 o'clock and now it's 11.

I had to do all the decorations.

I must have got hold
of a bad ice cube.

Now, that you are here,
look at you.

If you think I look bad,
you ought to get a load of Nick.

What a farewell party,
we said goodbye to everything

including the lining
of my stomach.

- 'Got any tomato juice?'
- Mm-hmm.

When is he leaving?

Monday, if he recovers.

I don't know that I did,
but if I did invite him

to your Clam bake tonight.

And if you did invite him,
what did he say?

He said something
about wanting to come

and see how the fish
was rising to the bait.

The boy was fractured.

Yes, he certainly must have been.

Telephone, Mrs. Carey.

- Who is it, Arthur?
- Mr. Caine, madam.

Tell him I'm terribly busy,
and I'll call later.

He said it was very urgent,
he's phoning from Santa Flora.

Oh, alright.

- Oh, Arthur.
- Yes, sir.

Somewhere in this great big house

there must be a teeny
little can of tomato juice.

- I'll bring it right out, sir.
- Do that, will you, Arthur?

What are you doing
in Santa Flora, Uncle John?

- Is anything wrong?
- I'm at your, Aunt Clara's.

A doctor phoned me
about three this morning.

She's, she's
very sick, Christabel.

And I think it might
help if you would come.

I can't possibly come today
with a party tonight

and everything, so..

Are you sure you're not
worrying too much, dear?

She's had these attacks before.

But I'm afraid
that this time it's..

Christabel, don't you think
Curtis would want you to come?

I think, Curtis would
want me to stay right here

but I'll be glad to ask him.

Uh, I'll call later
in the afternoon.

Give her my love and tell her

I'll be down to see her
in a day or two. Bye.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

It's Aunt Clara.
She's not too well.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Why don't you go and visit her.

Oh, it's nothing serious.
She'll be alright.

Come and look at
my lovely decorations.

That's wonderful, Christabel.

I'm looking forward
to our waltz, Major.

Good evening,
Mr. and Mrs. Tudwell.

How are you?

- It's an awfully nice party.
- Enjoy yourselves, won't you?

Everything's going
so beautifully, Christabel.

- You've been such a help.
- Thanks, dear.

How about giving the host
a dance with the hostess?

Why, of course, Curtis.

- Excuse us, Mrs. Bolton.
- Certainly.

You can stop looking now.
You found me.

I was looking for Gobby.

There he is, right over there.

Hello, Gobby.

- Nick, Nick Bradley.
- You remember my name.

What a nice surprise.

- Hello, Nick.
- Curtis.

- Gobby.
- Hello, Curtis.

You don't want that. Come on,
I'll buy you a real drink.

You're quite a celebrity now.

Yes, the critics say,
my novel is very promising.

I don't know what it promises,
but it's promising.

Too bad you didn't bring copies.
We could have raffled them off.

Why don't you make a speech
and tell us all about India?

- Scotch or bourbon?
- My book is about, China.

- I'm glad you read it.
- Now you're being difficult.

I suppose, I'll have to read it.

Don't bother. I'll send you
a synopsis.

- May I dance with your wife?
- Of course, Nick. Go ahead.

I'll have some scotch, Curtis.

Two scotches, please.

- Hello.
- Hello, Nick.

Well, there was
this Norwegian sailor.

Ha-ha! I want to hear
about your book

but I want, right now,
to hear about you.

What about me?

Well, I wish you weren't
going away so soon.

Curtis and I hoped we'd see
something of you.

When are you going?

Pretty soon.

- Where?
- Boston.

Is Boston amusing?

Big laughs.

What are you going
to do on the trip?

I'm going to plug my book.

Donna bullied me into it.

Dear Donna,
so capable and efficient

such a practical girl.

You ought to see
her change a tire.

Nick, I didn't mean..

I can't talk to you like this.

Oh, Mr. Broome.

Do you think, my husband
would like to see

a picture of me hanging over
the fireplace?

I think your husband would like
to see you hanging any place.

- Well?
- Well.

Critics say, I have a definite
flair for brilliant dialogue.

I'm glad to see you again.

I find our meeting rather painful.

Why did you come?

'Cause I thought, I could take
you and I can't. I'll get out.

- Don't go.
- What do you want, Christabel?

You've got everything you went
after and it's very becoming.

Do you think, I'm happy?

Bed of roses.

It's not what it seems.

You'll have to spell
out, what you mean.

- I'm not happy.
- No?

I'm-I'm so confused. I..

Be careful.
You're getting real again.

Oh-oh, Nick. Nick,
it's you. It's you.

What are you going to do about it?

- I don't know.
- You're calling the shots.

I've missed this. All I know is
I have to see you again.

So, that's the way, you want it?

Sorry, I'm not cut out
to be a backstreet boy

and I don't make dates
with other men's wives

unless they bring written
permission from their husbands.

So long, Mrs. Carey.

I love you so much,
I wish I liked you.

Oh, Freddy.

Excuse me, please?

Nick!

Nick, I..

Sorry to disappoint you.

Curtis, I..

We'd better join our guests.

I brought us up some coffee.

Mm-m, don't want any.
I just want to go to sleep.

- And I want to talk.
- But, darling, I'm exhausted.

Then, have some coffee.
I said, I'd like to talk to you.

Curtis, if it's about Nick--

Nick's only part of what I wanna
talk to you about, Christabel.

- I don't like our marriage.
- Curtis.

You've carefully arranged your
life so that I never see you

and I want to know why.

Oh, but, darling, it's so simple.

It's because I'm your wife

that all these demands
are made upon me

committees and boards.

I have committees and boards, too.

You can get away from them
if you want to.

But, of course, I want to
and we will go away, Tuesday.

Nick's leaving on Monday,
isn't he?

Yes, I think that's what he said.

What has that to do with it?

I was just wondering, why
you had to wait until Tuesday.

Why, if you think Nick's keeping
me here it's too ridiculous.

It's even more than that.
It's shameful and degrading.

- It's not worthy of you.
- What does Nick mean to you?

He doesn't mean anything, he's
a friend of mine, that's all.

A friend of yours,
as well as mine.

And if you think his being here
in town is--

I've always
trusted you, Christabel.

I'd like to go on trusting you.

And I only want you to be happy.

And I like our marriage.

What is it that you want me to do?

I asked you to go away with me.

You said no, gave the ball
as your excuse.

Well, the ball's over.
I'm asking you again.

Well, don't make
such a problem of it.

Of course we'll
go away, in a few days.

- That's not good enough.
- When do you want to go?

Tonight.

- 'At this hour?'
- At this hour.

Yes, I think we should
go out of town.

Shall I pack for you?

Hey, you, wake up.
We're here.

Good ride.

Ah! It was wonderful.
I needed it.

You don't mind taking this
character back to the stables?

Not at all.
See you at lunch.

Right, pick us up
in about an hour.

Fine.

Christabel.

Chris.

- You know what?
- Mm. What?

I ought to ring the desk,
order some dinner.

Can you do it without moving?

- Nope.
- Well, then don't.

Oh, the day passed so quickly.

It must be almost dark.

I've never been so happy.

You're not confused anymore.

You've finally decided,
what you want.

Promise me, it will
always be like this.

Promise.

Now, I ought to order some dinner

and we ought to get started
for the lake.

Nick, you're-you're
not going with me. You can't.

We have to do it right.
I have to talk to Curtis.

Well, don't you think
it would be better

if I talked to him alone?

Suit yourself.

But I'll drive back with you.

I don't want Curtis to think
I'm hiding out on him.

Darling, let me handle
this in my own way.

What is your own way?

Well..

Rather than talking to him tonight

wouldn't it be wiser
to wait a little while?

Well, I mean, so he asks
for the divorce.

I don't get it.

You came to me today and told me
that you made up your mind.

That you wanted me.

I thought, you were
definitely through with Curtis.

But I am. I will be.

Which is it?

Oh, darling. I know
how much you love me

and you mustn't be impatient.

We oughtn't to hurt Curtis
any more than we have to

and meanwhile, we'll have
days like this together

oh, darling, so many days.

I told you once.
I didn't play that way.

- It still goes.
- But it's different now.

We love each other,
and we'll be together.

Mm-hmm.

You and me and Curtis.

Oh, darling, it's not
gonna be like that.

You're so right, it isn't.

An honest woman would decide
whether she wanted to keep

her husband's money or take
the man she loves, but not you.

You're more resourceful.

'You're working it out,
so you can keep both.'

- It's not true.
- 'What'd you know about truth?'

You've been with me for five hours

and you've been lying to me
every second.

I haven't. Nick,
I love you. I do love you.

You love only one person
in the world, Christabel.

'And it's the love
of a lifetime. Now, get out.'

Nick, you can't do that.
You can't send me away.

Oh, yes, I can.

It's a lot easier than I thought.

My only regret in kicking you
out is that you'll go back

to Curtis and that's a pretty
filthy trick to play on any man.

Now, beat it.

- Good evening, Mrs. Carey.
- Evening.

Call Mr. Carey at the lodge and
tell him I'm on my way, please.

Mr. Carey telephoned,
he's on his way home.

'He should be here
in half an hour.'

'Are you alright, Mrs. Carey?'

Yes, of course.

- Good evening, Arthur.
- Good evening, sir. Mr. Caine.

May I've a cup of coffee,
Arthur, please?

Yes. Sure.

'Curtis.'

Curtis, darling. I stopped
here on my way back

and Arthur said that you were
coming home.

Why didn't you stay at the lake?

- Why did you leave?
- Didn't you get my note?

I had to go to Santa Flora.
Aunt Clara was--

- I got your note.
- 'Sorry, I ruined the weekend''

'You know, how much
it meant to me.'

And I tried to find you
everywhere before I left.

I waited and I waited and then I
got so worried about Aunt Clara.

You can imagine how I felt.

Christabel, when I checked
out of the lodge at noon

this long distance call
was charged to my bill.

Hotel Clarendon is where
Nick is staying, isn't it?

- Well, I can explain that.
- Where were you today?

Well, I told you
I went to Santa Flora.

And as for that, why, Nick
called me while I was out

and I returned his call.
That's the least I could do.

He just wanted to thank us
for last night

and to say, goodbye again.

How'd you find your Aunt Clara?

She's fine now. She's been
so restless. Poor, darling.

I heated her some broth

and she drank it
just to please me.

And then I read to her
for over an hour.

She's going to be alright now.
I think my coming helped her--

Your, Aunt Clara died
at 3 o'clock this afternoon.

We tried all day to reach you.

She wanted very much to see you.

Goodnight, Curtis.

Uncle John, I..

'I never dreamt..'

Uncle John!

Curtis.

I'll be gone exactly one week.

Don't be here when I get back.

Mr. Curtis is just coming in.

Oh, thanks.

Curtis.

I was afraid.

Afraid?

Oh, not really.

But you were looking up
at the sky.

Your thoughts must
have been miles away.

Not so far away, actually.

You know, when I married
Christabel

I gave up every other interest,
I ever had in my life.

Golf, tennis.

Most of my friends.

Even my work.

Am I boring you?

Oh, no, Curtis, no.
I want to hear this.

And my whole life revolved
around only one thing.

Desire for Christabel.

I made a big mistake
when I gave up flying.

Maybe, I'm one of those people
that has to back away

from things to see them clearly.

Because, once I'm up in that plane..

...all by myself.

I can look down and see things
as they really are.

In their true proportions.

The big and important
things, look big.

And the little dirty things,
look like just that.

Try to put up with me, Donna.

I almost lost you once.

You're the only thing
in my life worth having.

Oh.

Excuse me, please.

Now, what about the furniture?

I wouldn't want anything
that belonged to Curtis.

It would only remind me
of...happier times.

Won't those remind you,
just a little?

I'll simply have to force myself.

- Goodbye, madam.
- Goodbye, Arthur.

My portrait.

That's mine.

Curtis, gave it to me for
getting you out of the house.

Even you couldn't
be so despicable.

Sure, I could. Listen,
will you do me a favor?

I didn't want to ask you, but if
you'd just get yourself mixed up

in one more little scandal,
I'd sell you for more money.

It only stands to reason.

What's happened already
between you and Curtis

has made your price go up.

Yes, you're right.

Just a minute.

Where's the key to the house?

- You're contemptible.
- No. I'm Gobby, remember?

The key?

Uh, my portrait.

May I have the key, sir?