Gigi Page #7

And she doesn 't have a shape

Where her figure ought to be

It is not!

Just a child

A growing child

But so backward for her years

If a boy her age appears

I am certain

He will never call again

She's a scamp and a brat

Doesn 't know where she is at

Unequipped and undesirable to men

Of course, I must in truth confess

That in her brand-new little dress

She looked surprisingly mature

And had a definite allure

It was a shock, in fact, to me

A most amazing shock to see

The way it clung

On one so young

She's a girl

A little girl

Getting older, it is true

Which is what they always do

Till that unexpected hour

When they blossom like a flower

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

But. . . .

There's sweeter music

When she speaks

Isn 't there?

A different bloom

About her cheeks

Isn 't there?

Could I be wrong?

Could it be so?

Oh, where

Oh, where did Gigi go?

Gigi

Am I a fool without a mind?

Or have I merely been too blind

To realize?

Oh, Gigi

Why, you've been growing up

Before my eyes

Gigi!

You're not at all

That funny, awkward little girl

I knew

Oh, no

Overnight

There's been

A breathless change

In you

Oh, Gigi

While you were trembling

On the brink

Was I out yonder somewhere

Blinking at a star?

Oh, Gigi

Have I been standing up too close

Or back too far?

When did your sparkle

Turn to fire?

And your warmth

Become desire?

Oh, what miracle

Has made you the way you are?

Gigi!

Gigi!

Gigi!

Oh, no

I was mad not to have seen

The change in you

Oh, Gigi!

While you were trembling

On the brink

Was I out yonder somewhere

Blinking at a star?

Oh, Gigi

Have I been standing up too close

Or back to far?

When did your sparkle

Turn to fire?

And your warmth

Become desire?

Oh, what miracle

Has made you the way

You are?

Mamita, are you alone?

Good. l have an important

business matter to discuss with you.

Now, let us recapitulate.

To begin with, he said she would

be spoiled as no other--

He said she would be spoiled

as no other woman has been before.

lt's all right, but it's vague.

l like everything spelled out.

Did he say precisely

where she would live?

He said a suitable house

on the Avenue du Bois.

-You're sure?

-Of course.

Well, very good.

Servants?

Yes, he mentioned servants.

What about an automobile?

l think so. l'm not quite sure.

She must have an automobile

and a chauffeur.

l'm sure he didn't mean

to be evasive or ungenerous.

He suggested that you and l

and our lawyer. . .

. . .meet at his lawyer tomorrow

and draw it up in detail.

You call him and tell him to

bring his lawyer to our lawyer.

We'll draw it up in detail.

You mustn't be suspicious, Alicia.

-Gigi doesn't know yet?

-How could she?

He just left. But he wants to

have dinner with her this evening.

When you speak to Gigi,

be sure and stress. . .

. . .the difficulties of the situation,

not the delights.

The role she will have to play.

She's a naive, thoughtless girl.

You must warn her not to

ask for the moon.

Not only will he not give it--

Don't worry about her.

You think she's like you.

Actually, you don't know her.

There's no meanness in her at all.

Thank you very much.

l mean, she has no material ambition.

l understand. He should

send a present before tonight.

Let me know what it is.

Yes, l will.

Won't you sit down?

You know why l'm here?

Yes, l know.

Do you want to. . .

. . .or don't you?

l don't want to.

l don't know what you want.

You told Grandmama--

l know what l told your grandmother.

We don't have to repeat it.

Just tell me simply what

you don't want. . .

. . .and tell me what you do want.

Do you mean that?

Of course.

You told Grandmama that

you wanted to take care of me.

To take care of you beautifully.

Beautifully.

That is, if l like it.

They've pounded into my head

l'm backward for my age. . .

. . .but l know what all this means.

To take care of me beautifully

means l shall go away with you. . .

. . .and that l shall sleep in your bed.

Please, Gigi.

l beg of you, you embarrass me.

You weren't embarrassed to

talk to Grandmama about it.

And Grandmama wasn't embarrassed

to talk to me about it.

But l know more than she told me.

To take care of me. . .

. . .means that l shall have

my photograph in the papers.

That l shall go to the Riviera.

To the races at Deauville.

And when we fight, it will

be in all the columns the next day.

And when you'd give me up,

as you did with lns des Cvennes.

Who's been filling your head

with all these old stories?

How do you know about that?

Why shouldn't l know?

You're world famous.

l know about the woman

who stole from you.

The contessa

who wanted to shoot you.

The American who wanted to marry you.

l know what everybody knows.

These aren't the things

we have to talk about together.

That's all in the past,

over and done with.

Yes, Gaston.

Until it begins again.

lt's not your fault

you're world famous.

lt's just that l haven't got

a world famous sort of nature.

When it's over, Gaston Lachaille

goes off with another lady.

And l have only to go into

another gentleman's bed.

That won't do for me.

l'm not changeable.

That won't do for me.

Grandmama and Aunt Alicia are on

your side, but this concerns me too.

And l think l should have

something to say about it.

And what l say is, it won't work.

lt won't work!

Are you trying to find a way

to tell me that l don't please you?

That you don't like me?

Oh, no, Gaston!

Oh, no. l do like you.

l'm so happy when l'm with you.

Gaston, couldn't we go on

just as we are?

Maybe seeing each other

a little more often?

You're a friend of the family.

Nobody would think anything of it.

You could go on bringing me

licorice and caramels. . .

. . .and champagne on my birthday.

And on Sundays, we can have

an extra special game of cards.

Wouldn't that be

a lovely little life?

A wonderful little life.

Except that you forget one thing:

l'm in love with you.

You never told me.

l haven't known it very long.

l discovered it

when l was away from you.

ln Monte Carlo.

You are a wicked man.

You're in love with me. . .

. . .and you want to drag me into a life

that will make me suffer!

You think nothing of exposing me

to all sorts of terrible adventures. . .

. . .ending in quarrels, separations. . .

. . .pistol shots,

Sandomirs and poison!

Please listen to me!

l should never have

believed this of you. Never!

What's the matter?

What's happened?

She doesn't seem to want to.

What do you mean?

l mean she doesn't want to!

Are you going out of your mind?

As God is my witness,

l explained it to her. Believe me.

You explained too much!

You've trained her to know

nothing but the sordid and the vulgar.

But what about kindness,

sweetness, benevolence?

What of the tender heart

bulging with generosity?

These things exist too, madame.

Or have you never heard of them?

Uncle! l'll tell you. . .

. . .Europe is breeding a generation

of vandals and ingrates.

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