Evelyn Prentice Page #4

Oh. No, I'm not angry.

Thank you.

- Thank you very much. Goodbye.

- Who was that? The songbird?

Yes. He knows now why he recognized

me that night in the cafe.

I'm the dream girl he wrote verses to.

He should've brought

that one up sooner.

- He invited me to his apartment for tea.

- I knew that'd be next.

- And you're getting a kick out of it.

- Right, because I'm not going.

You're not?

- You don't make sense.

- Oh, yes, I do.

- Chester been to Tiffany's?

- No, it's for you.

Thanks. No, Amy,

I've been for a walk.

I've been telling myself

how happy I should be.

And honest, it did work.

I'm married to the only man in the world.

Next time you hear me grouching,

would you remind me of that?

He must've come home last night.

No, today. Changed clothes,

back to office, didn't even see him.

You might as well be married

to a night watchman.

Oh, I know.

"Sorry, darling. Can't make it for dinner.

Crazy business, have to catch a train."

All excuses, but this is his home.

He loves me and I adore him.

Have you been reading

Romeo and Juliet?

No.

No, the poet's invitation to tea

had a reverse action.

I see.

Do you mind if I just sit here

and try to capture your mood?

- I suppose that's the way it would be.

- What?

You'd have a good laugh on him,

wouldn't you?

- On who?

- My husband.

What are you still talking about him for?

I'm still thinking about him.

No, Larry, I'm sorry.

- It's no go.

- What are you driving at?

You can't make a fool of your husband?

What's he made of you?

- That's different.

- You bet it is.

I want to thank you, Larry.

If you hadn't spoken as you did...

Well, you've done me a great kindness.

- Talk sense.

- I am.

I owe you an apology. I'm sorry.

You aren't gonna walk out on me

like this.

- I'm afraid I am.

- You'll come back.

No, Larry.

No, I lost my head for a while today.

I was pretty badly hurt.

But I'm not making excuses for myself.

Besides, there isn't just my husband.

Aren't you remembering all this

a bit late?

You're right again, Larry.

I'm very ashamed and very humbled.

It's goodbye.

No, it isn't.

You aren't gonna lose me so easily.

I think it's too bad you're being

more unpleasant than is necessary.

- I thought we might say goodbye...

- You're not saying goodbye.

I don't know what you're saying.

But I'm saying it right now.

Oh, hello, Mommy.

Oh, Mommy. Don't squeeze me so tight.

Mommy, I've got to do my practicing.

Never mind your practicing.

Never mind anything.

My darling.

And I'm very sorry

but the case doesn't interest me.

Very truly yours.

Well...

I have to see you for a few minutes.

No fooling.

You hear what she says, Miss Meade.

No fooling.

Now, what mischief

have you been up to?

Where did you get it?

From... From Evelyn.

I'm supposed to take this

to Nancy Harrison...

...with Evelyn's compliments

but here I am.

What does it mean?

Read the card.

It came from the Pullman Company.

Found in your drawing room.

"To Nancy from John."

I'm still in the dark.

Listen, I'm giving you the chance

to fix up some lies for Evelyn.

You don't have to bother about me.

I'm not lying to you, Amy.

Well, she was on the train, wasn't she?

Yes, she was.

But she was in a compartment

of her own.

I told her that I wasn't

going to see her anymore.

She became hysterical, threatening.

Amy, this watch

wasn't left in my drawing room.

It was placed there deliberately.

- And I think I know why.

- Hm-mm-mm.

A nice girl putting a bomb

under a happy home, eh?

I'd give my right arm

if this hadn't happened.

Well, you feel as wretched as she does.

A lot worse.

She's not to blame, I am.

How do you get into such a mess

with a creature like that?

Vanity.

Someone to tell you

how big and wonderful you are.

Have I any chance with Evelyn?

I don't know, John.

I don't know what she'll do.

Cancel all the rest of my appointments

for this afternoon.

And get word to Senator Drake

not to come.

Yes, Mr. Prentice.

I'm taking this, Amy.

I'm gonna finish this business.

Don't give me away.

Don't worry, I won't.

Uh-oh. What's happened to that leg?

It's tired, Mommy.

Oh, poor old lady.

If you were only a young thing

like your mother. Come on, up with it.

Well, have I the two busy little women

here this morning.

- Hello, Daddy.

- Good morning, darling.

- Is there room here for me?

Sure.

Here I come. Now, where are we?

Here we go.

Ready.

One, two, three...

Look at that old bent knee.

Come on, now, straighten it up.

Where's the other leg?

You're not a one-legged girl, are you?

- I got in just the end of that one.

- Now, we'll do the toe-touching.

- The toe-touching.

- Ready.

One, two, three...

You were asleep when I got in

last night, darling.

Yes, I went to bed early.

A hard day?

Darling, touch your toes. Yes, rather.

- What did you do? Anything special?

- Nothing in particular.

- You must keep your knees straight.

- It hurts.

- I know it. It's meant to.

- It certainly does hurt right under there.

- Yes, Daddy.

- It's good for you.

What? The hurt?

Uh... No, the exercise.

Well, the hurt too.

Of course, it depends on

what you've been doing.

Well, this is certainly good

for the tummy.

I don't see

why I have to do this exercise.

My tummy's much flatter than Daddy's.

Well, am I insulted.

Evelyn, are you bringing up this child

to have no respect for its father?

Why, my tummy is as flat as a pancake.

Not a very thin pancake.

All right, darling,

we'll do the arms now. Ready?

- One, two...

- One, two, three four.

One, two, three, four.

- Evelyn.

- Yes, dear?

How'd you like to take your exercise

in Europe for the next six months?

- You mean all of us?

- Me too?

Well, I should say so.

- Would you like that?

- Are you sure you want to?

I was no more sure

of anything in my life.

We haven't done the bicycle one yet.

That's right, we haven't done

the bicycle one yet.

And we wanna do the bicycle one...

...because they have lots of bicycles

in Europe.

What do you say, dear?

I'd love to.

Great.

All right, let's get aboard. Everybody. Heh.

Ready? On your wheels.

Let's go.

New York, London, Paris, Vienna.

New York, London, Paris, Vienna.

New York, London, Paris, Vienna.

New York, London, Paris...

Hello? I'd like to speak

to Mrs. Prentice, please.

This is Mr. Prentice's office calling.

Hello, Evelyn? This is Larry.

Yes, I know I did.

I had to say that

to get you to the telephone.

Yes, I got your letter.

But that's not why I'm calling you about.

I see you're going to Europe.

Before you take any boat for anywhere...

...you'd better come and see me.

Now, when you get here,

I'll tell you just what I mean.

That's sensible.

Goodbye.

It's a very commonplace situation,

really.

Husband and wife aren't getting along.

Husband's cold, wife has peaked.

Looks for romance, finds romance.

Gets cold feet and writes letters.

Husband and wife decide

to patch up differences and go abroad.

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