Le Grand Amour Page #3

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At the agreed price?

So it's all set.

Dinner tonight?

The Mill - would that do?

- She said yes.

- You don't say!

You got a second?

For instance, take her hand...

gently, like this.

And you read her palm.

- I don't know how.

It's simple.

Here's the life line...

the head line...

and, naturally, the heart line.

I can't read her palm

for two hours.

- You know how to dance?

- Not the modern dances.

It's not hard. I'll show you.

No, sit her down next to you.

Make the most of it.

You put your arm

around her shoulder.

- Then you talk -

- And if she gets up?

"Rising like a dream,

to sparkle in the air.

And my voice, yet tender

and gently plaintive,

stroking as it flees

your ear so attentive."

Believe me, my friend:

Follow my advice and do as I say,

and it's in the bag.

What can I say?

We lack qualified management

and our payroll taxes are so high,

especially

in the European context,

that we soon

won't have enough volume.

We're no longer competitive.

That's a fact.

Forget about self-management

or the investments

we have to make for retraining.

And if you add to that

the fact taxes go up every year

irremediably,

and that the majority of our

personnel has to be replaced,

that we have to modernize

our equipment...

incorporate new technology...

and maintain

a research division...

you can understand...

that at some point in time...

we're bound to disappear.

- Agns.

- Yes?

What are you thinking about?

You.

Come on.

I'll take you home.

Well, I'll just say good night

and thank-you.

It was nothing at all.

I have one last thing to tell you.

I don't love you anymore.

This mine?

One beer for you.

- Waiter!

- Coming.

You thought it over?

You sure this isn't

some new blunder?

Work okay?

- Yes.

So everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

You sure you won't regret this?

I'm not going to preach to you -

Look, I have to go.

Will you excuse me?

Hello there! Things okay?

It doesn't look like it.

I didn't recognize you either.

Forgive me.

I kept you waiting.

This is my husband.

Here's your suitcase.

Really kind of you. Thanks.

It was nothing.

Well, good-bye.

Look, Florence,

I wanted to tell you -

Who was that fellow?

- Who?

- That fellow?

- I don't know.

- You don't know him?

I met him on the train.

He carried my bag, that's all.

- That's all?

- That's all.

So you give your bag

to just anyone?

Not just anyone.

He's a charming boy.

I had no reason to be rude.

- So now he's charming too?

- Yes, he is.

- Oh, great!

- What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

My suitcase! I'm leaving.

Out of the question!

And it's my suitcase.

- What? It's mine.

- Get in.

- What's this?

- My car.

Your car? Unbelievable!

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