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the food on the plates.

Go back in the room and do

it just the way you did it.

I'm a little bit

nervous.

Oh, stop it, Carl.

Go on.

All right, Doris.

I'll be listening.

Philip, what

are you doing here?

What can I say?

I'm sorry.

Philip.

Happy birthday,

darling.

What are you

doing here?

Why aren't you

at the fireplace?

What can I say?

Don't say anything.

Just listen to me.

I have the most

astonishing news.

Darling,

we can be married!

I've just had word

from my wife.

She's willing to

give me a divorce.

She's fallen in love with a

ski instructor in Sun Valley.

Darling,

will you marry me?

Oh.

What is it, darling?

Oh.

Uh...

what...

who is that?

No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

Calm down.

Now, who is that?

Oh, Philip.

Well, I knew you were

going to say that.

Who is that?

It's of

no importance now.

It's important to me.

Now, who is it?

That's Carl, dear.

Carl? In a bathrobe

in your bedroom?

That's David.

Oh, what am I

going to say?

I don't know.

I'd like to hear it.

What are you

going to say?

Well, I know what

I was going to say.

I was going to take

this bracelet and say,

"This is a beautiful bracelet.

I hope you can return it. "

Don't you understand?

No, I don't understand.

And to think I actually

proposed marriage.

Marriage.

But, Philip...

but you don't

understand at all.

Oh, miss Kalman, it didn't

go very well, did it?

There was nothing

I could do. Nothing.

There was nothing

anybody could do.

How was I?

Oh, shut up, Carl.

How was I?

Somebody tell me.

Please, Carl.

Miss Kalman, maybe if

you told him truth...

I did tell him the truth,

and he wouldn't believe me.

Oh, it is all over.

Did I spoil something?

No, not you, Carl.

I did...

with my little hatchet.

I can go to him and

explain the whole thing.

Maybe he'll

believe me.

Did something go wrong?

Nothing much.

A small thing-

My life,

that's all.

I don't want

this bracelet.

It's yours.

This wasn't a gift.

Consider it

as payment.

And while

you are there,

Will you please give

a message to my rival.

Tell him

Im indebted to him.

I can think of no man to

whom Im more indebted.

Wait a minute. You

can tell him yourself.

Come out.

It's all right.

Why, it's Carl.

I didn't do anything.

They made me do it.

Well, that was a cheap

and shoddy thing to do.

I didn't start being

cheap and shoddy.

It didn't become you. It

didn't become our relationship.

What was our relationship, may I ask?

Something fine

and spiritual.

On whose part?

On my part!

I contributed to the fine and spiritual.

You lied

and cheated.

You're not married.

You're dishonest.

I was honorable.

I stuck to the rules.

You're not going to

bring up the rules again.

What can man go by

but rules?

When you found out

I wasn't married,

You shouldn't have

done anything about it.

That's what a clever woman

would've done.

I'd had come around

to marrying you.

You notice I did.

You wouldn't have if I

hadn't made you jealous,

Not in

a thousand years.

I might've proposed a little

later, but it was inevitable.

No, it's not true.

What's inevitable is that we

are fated not to be married.

We had the chance for a

moment, and we lost it.

It's too bad, too, because

I love you very much,

And we could've

been very happy.

We can still be happy.

I wonder.

Well, I suppose

any happiness

Is difficult

enough to find.

It's not too becoming

from a woman, but...

we are hardly strangers,

And knowing

your passion for rules,

I'll make

the proposition.

If you're willing,

Im willing.

The last two days

never happened.

What do you mean?

I mean we'll go on

as before.

And not be married?

That's right.

That's the most improper

thing Ive ever heard.

What?

I can hardly

believe my ears.

What are you

so shocked about?

I didn't think

you were capable of it.

Well, what is different?

We're not married.

We weren't before.

But you didn't know

I wasn't married.

You knew.

I knew you didn't know.

What's the matter

with you?

How could you ask me

to do such a thing?

Haven't you been following

what Ive been saying?

Oh, I tell you, women

are not the sensitive sex.

That's one of the great

delusions of literature.

Men are

the true romanticists.

I'd-

What are you

crying about?

Oh, shut up, Philip.

Don't cry, Anna.

I love you.

Everything

will be all right.

You'll like

being married.

You will.

You'll see.

Yes.

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