Man of the World Page #2

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There.

Now maybe he'll get the idea

I want him to wait.

Don't you want to

come in a minute, Frank?

Not a chance. If I'm going to get back here

and take you to dinner by 7:00

and then catch that train for London,

I've got to get home and pack

and send a couple of wires.

There it goes again.

There what goes again?

Business.

Oh, Mary.

I know you have to go, Frank,

but it's that kind of thing

that keeps me from

making up my mind.

I don't want to-- to get engaged

to a man who thinks of nothing

but business all the time.

Oh, Mary, if you'd only say

you'll marry me,

I'd cut out business--

if you wanted me to.

That's just it.

I don't want you to stop doing

the things you want to do,

just on account of me.

What do you want me to do?

I wish I knew.

I was only fooling, Frank.

I'm not really mad.

I wish you'd blow a whistle

from now on when you're fooling.

I never can tell.

I never want you to be able to tell.

We seem to be causing a traffic jam.

They can work up a tra-- traffic jam

in this town with just one car.

7:
00. Don't forget.

I won't.

The Hotel Henri Quatre.

And whatever the French is

for "Try and get me there alive."

I can't tell you how much

obliged I am to you,

Mr. Trevor.

I'll see that he gets this.

I think I can guarantee you this is

the last you'll hear of the matter.

From what they say of this fellow,

he seems to be living

from hand to mouth,

so I'm sure your donation

will be more than enough

to shut him up.

That's great.

Of course, I would have rather had you

bring charges against him.

Oh, no, no. No, no.

That's out of the question.

Well, I suppose so.

I wish you'd have dinner with me

some night before I go.

Oh, thank you.

I don't get out very much,

but if I do get the chance--

Uh--

Oh. Excuse me.

That's all right, Mary.

Come right in.

This is a friend of mine.

A real good friend of mind. Mr. Trevor.

Mr. Trevor, this is my niece Mary.

Mary Kendall.

How do you do, Mr. Trevor?

How do you do?

Been shopping?

A little.

Uh, where's Frank?

Mean to tell me he's left you alone

for five minutes?

Received a wire to come

to London tonight. He's going to meet

that Dutch inventor tomorrow.

I wish you could meet Frank.

He's a fine boy.

He and Mary are going--

Uncle Harry has the soul

of a matchmaker, Mr. Trevor.

Just because

Frank and I grew up together

and are fond of each other--

Well, in my time, you didn't need

much more than to grow up together

and be fond of each other.

Wait till you meet him, Mr. Trevor.

He's got the stuff, that kid.

He's going to be one of the richest men

in the state before he's through.

I'm sure Mr. Trevor isn't interested--

You're right. I-- I guess

I do talk a little too much.

I'm afraid I'll have to be

running along now.

I wish you'd wait and have a drink.

Oh, thank you.

Some other time perhaps.

Say, wait. Uh--

I'll bet you know

all the places in Paris.

Where's a good place

to have dinner?

Oh, Uncle Harry.

Oh, it's a pleasure, Miss Kendall.

Well, let's see.

There's Ciro's of course,

but all Americans go there.

Yes. We did.

Uh, have you tried, uh,

the Paradis d'Azur?

Paradis d'Azur?

"Blue Heaven"?

Yes.

Oh. Good orchestra?

Excellent.

We'll try it tonight.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Miss Kendall.

Good-bye, Mr. Trevor.

Good-bye, Mr. Taylor.

Good-bye.

And thanks a thousand.

Uh, two thousand.

That's one swell guy, that fellow.

Is he?

I'll say so.

He did me a big favor.

I'd certainly like to do

something for him sometime.

Some business deal?

Well, yes and no.

He's a writer living in Paris.

I'd like to live in Paris.

Me too. Of course, a fellow

would have to watch his step, but...

I'll bet it'd be a lot of fun

once you got to know the place.

How do you like my new hat?

Oh, it's a humdinger.

Why don't you come along to dinner

with me and Frank tonight?

No, no. I have a business meeting.

I hope this business meeting

breaks up before daylight.

Do you know what time

the elevator man told me

you got in last night?

There's a fortune

waiting for any elevator man

who can't tell time.

Bonsoir, Marie.

Bonsoir, Monsieur Trevor.

How is every little thing, big boy?

Hotsy-totsy?

Hmm. You're getting on, Marie.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good evening, Louis.

Good evening,

Monsieur Trevor.

Well?

Only table four and 1 7,

Monsieur Trevor.

The lady at table four

is a Mrs.Jowitt,

from St. Louis.

Do you think I'd better?

Well, here's to you.

Why, that's the Mrs.Jowitt

who got here last month, isn't it?

She's just a babe in the woods--

especially for Spade Henderson.

The waiter reports

that Mrs.Jowitt...

picked up Spade

at Henry's Bar an hour ago.

Well, I may make this Mrs.Jowitt

the object of my good deed today.

I am at peace with the world, Louis.

Fortune has been kind to me.

Besides, it might be just as well

for my friend Henderson...

to learn to follow my rule

of keeping women

off his list of customers.

Excellent rule, Mr. Trevor.

And, uh, number 1 7?

A very, very wealthy

Mr. Bradkins from Chicago.

The prettiest hand I ever saw.

The lady with him is not his wife.

Not his wife?

Louis, I'm afraid

you're losing your illusions.

The pleasantest of occupations,

Monsieur Trevor.

Mmm.

I wonder.

This note may be

of interest to Spade.

He needn't know who sent it.

Yes, Mr. Trevor.

Thank you, Louis.

How do you do?

Good evening.

No supper, Louis.

Just a small bottle of Perrier.

Yes, Monsieur Trevor.

Who was that?

A friend of Uncle Harry's.

I met him this afternoon.

Another old friend

whom your uncle

never saw before today.

Oh, you never can tell.

Uncle says he's

a very clever novelist.

What's his name?

Trevor.

Pardon me.

Certainly.

Who gave you this note?

It was left at the door, monsieur,

a moment ago.

I see.

Bad news?

I-- Say, Mrs.Jowitt,

I wonder if you'd excuse me?

Why? What's the matter?

Uh, an important call.

I've gotta see a fella right away.

Oh, here. Wait a minute.

I thought we were going to

go places and do things.

Sorry. Some other time maybe.

I've gotta run. So long.

Well,

if this is Paris,

something tells me

I'm not going to like it.

Oh, Frank,

I wish you weren't going.

I'll only be gone 1 0 days-- or less.

Ten days is pretty long.

I wouldn't be going if I didn't

have to see this fellow.

I wish I could have gotten

a stateroom.

I get seasick so easy,

and the thought of having to

sit up for three hours...

while I'm being tossed around

on that channel doesn't make me

any too happy.

Sometimes I think

I'd have been better off if I'd spent

my summer in Pittsburgh.

There must be some way

of getting a stateroom.

The porter at the hotel

did everything he could.

He said there wasn't a chance.

Phone the company.

Maybe somebody turned back

a reservation.

That's a great idea.

No. I've changed my mind.

It's a terrible idea.

I'd rather swim the Channel

than tackle one of

these French phones.

But you've got to get a stateroom.

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