Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day Page #3

I only got one because

Charlotte " Rabbit" Warren's got one,

so I figured I'd better get one, too.

Now that I see you in

action, you're just amazing.

Am I? That's very

kind of you to say so.

Phil, gone. Nick, gone. And that

cigar. But that was fast thinking.

I'm only happy to have

been of assistance.

Miss Pettigrew,

I love you.

Well, come on!

Why don't you slip

something else on, Guinevere?

I mean, nobody died,

did they?

Or did Carole make you wear that

sackcloth and ashes for contrast?

Make herself look

even more amazing.

Carole?

That's not a game I play,

Guinevere, I can assure you.

So, let's lose the

blackout curtain, shall we?

These clothes appear to be

the only ones I possess.

You're kidding.

Shoes?

I'm afraid not.

Oh. So, let's go buy some!

I'm not in a position to.

Out of cash?

None at all?

- None at all.

Wow. You social secretaries

sure can spend.

Roulette, was it? Blackjack?

- Certainly not.

Well. Whatever,

it's on me.

No, no, no, I couldn't possibly...

- You sure could possibly.

I, for one, am not running around

town with Oliver Twist's mom.

After the lingerie show,

we go shopping.

It's so frightening.

Yeah. Cap sleeves.

It's a horror show.

It's a nice color, though.

- Yes, very nice color.

Are you cold?

Well, perhaps a little.

- Here.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

- No, you must.

It's a little thank-you

for this morning.

It's beautiful.

Guinevere! Don't

dawdle, we're late!

Today is the day that

Phil announces to the world

who's going to play the lead

in Pile on the Pepper.

And with the lingerie

that I'm about to pick up,

it's no contest, honey.

" Delysia Lafosse

tops the bill!"

How exciting! Is it

to be a West End show?

It is to be a West End smash, Guinevere,

and it's going to make me a star.

I thought

you were a singer.

Well, I've got a voice. But that's

not how you become famous. No.

First stop, West End.

Next stop, Hollywood.

Have you done much

of that sort of thing?

Didn't you catch

Every Day's a Holiday?

One of mine.

- Mae West!

Oh, you did see it?

Oh, yes! Which part were you?

I was in the restaurant scene.

In the back.

- Really?

Behind the palm tree

drinking a margarita.

I...

I think they cut that

for the European print.

A little de trop for you

English, if you know what I mean?

Of course. Of course

there's Four's a Crowd,

with Errol Flynn and...

- Olivia de Havilland!

Seen that as well?

Four's a Crowd is

a wonderful picture.

Who were you?

- The crowd.

Here we are.

Quick, quick.

Guinevere. Come on.

Don't be shy.

She's naked!

Well, hardly. There's so much whalebone on

her, I'm looking for a tail and flippers.

This season's must-have

for the fuller figure,

the Slimlastic corset and uplift

brassiere. A most effective reducer.

If you don't mind a collapsed lung.

- I recognize her.

Edythe? She owns the

best salon in London.

All the latest fashion.

All the latest gossip.

Another slenderizer from

Aphrodite, for the winter season,

is this unique wrap-around

corset with side panels

and front-to-back gussets,

in fleece-lined rubber,

with rustproof steel

spirals throughout.

Rustproof steel. You guys

really are preparing for war.

Guinevere?

A man. In the room.

Oh. Oh,

that's just Joe.

He designs underwear.

And not these walking

air-raid shelters.

Beautiful things.

There are very few men who really

appreciate the female figure like Joe.

It doesn't matter

what you're wearing,

he can see right through to

the real woman underneath.

Oh.

Oh, this is

his collection.

And new this season from Mimi,

designed by Joe Blomfield.

He's dating Edythe.

Tempestuous is the word

that the magazines use.

I mean, of course she's a

darling, but a little difficult.

As you can see, it's going to

be a chilly winter for Mimi fans.

And in that ever-practical

you're going to have to employ

another maid to do the washing, ladies.

That's if you can afford one

after you've paid

through the nose

for one of these frou-frou.

Oh, dear.

I guess they had

another bust-up.

And you'd better

start your diet now

because there's no hiding

your indulgences, ladies.

Not a support in sight

to help human nature.

Excuse me a moment?

Thank you, ladies.

Joe.

- Margery!

So, what can you do to prop

up this ancient monument?

If you must talk

of ancient monuments,

did you know that the Elgin

Marbles were once painted?

No, I can't say that I did.

Bright, garish colors. Awful.

Now aren't they

better just marble,

worn a little into something

wise, as well as beautiful?

Joe Blomfield, you are

the world's best flatterer.

Or maybe I'm saying

you belong in a museum.

You don't tamper with

a masterpiece, Margery.

You allow it to be.

That's my advice to you.

That scarf, if I may say,

looks perfect on you.

Well, thank you.

It was a present.

You know, I think it's the most

beautiful thing I've ever worn.

Now the flatterer

has been out-flattered.

Sorry?

- It's one of mine.

The design.

Last year for Mimi Couture.

My goodness.

You really didn't know.

Well, that is a compliment

indeed, madam. Thank you.

Joe Blomfield.

Guinevere Pettigrew.

- A pleasure.

Not to worry.

Well, I didn't

answer the telephone

because I couldn't

answer the telephone.

Why not?

- I was in the bathroom.

Having a bath?

No, I just didn't

answer the telephone,

and now Joe says

the engagement's off.

Just because of one stupid

little misunderstanding.

Edythe, Miss Pettigrew.

Edythe Dubarry.

Miss Pettigrew is my

new social secretary.

Really?

How intriguing.

I know. Lost her shirt

playing poker or something.

But she is the best in London.

Miss Holt told me so herself.

Just freed up after Carole Lombard

finished Vigil in the Night.

Isn't that right,

Guinevere?

I heard it's

a very fine picture.

Haven't we met before?

I don't believe so.

Recently.

I never forget a face.

You really shouldn't wear

those muddy browns, you know.

They're not your color.

- Oh.

The funeral parlor thing?

It's in hand.

We're on our way to your little store to

correct the situation this very minute.

My shop and salon are at

your disposal, my dear.

Oh!

Come with us!

We can do Guinevere, and

you can tell me all about Joe

and I can tell you about

my amazing morning.

Hang it all, the bone structure's

there. Why the devil not?

Beatrice, cancel my appointments.

I'm suddenly inconvenienced.

Perfect!

Come on, now!

What is she going to do?

- We're going to do a fixie!

Turned Nick

out of his own flat?

She didn't like him.

Good heavens! He let her?

- He was no match for her.

My dear, the woman can

do anything. Anything.

No. Definitely not. It's too pink,

it's too pass. Not that one, either.

And she's coming to the party?

- Well, of course.

She's going to clinch the lead

in Pile on the Pepper for me.

Oh, no, not the red. Not

with her hair, I think.

But I thought you'd secured

that deal last night.

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