Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day Page #5

- Magnificent.

So you marry him.

Guinevere?

- Mmm-hmm?

Tell me the honest truth.

It's a darned fix, isn't it?

Nothing that can't be unfixed

with some good common sense.

But take a look

at the headlines.

With Nick, I get this magnificent

flat and my job at the Peacock.

And with Phil,

I get the best part on the West End

stage and my chance to be a star.

And with Michael?

With Michael...

I get the best friend

I ever had.

Is that all Michael is?

Well,

he's rather passionate, too.

I know what

you're thinking.

Michael's the one.

But what about

everything else?

And who says I'm looking

for a darned husband

this very minute, anyway?

Not everything comes along

just when we want it.

There are times when

choices just have to be made,

or you certainly

will miss out.

No.

No, I won't accept that.

I won't.

This " all of you or none of

you" stuff that Michael's pulling.

It's too much.

But he is in love

with you, Delysia.

Can you say that

about anyone else?

Guinevere,

haven't you ever been torn between

more than one person at the same time?

No, I can't say I've had

that particular problem.

You are beautiful, Delysia.

Well, it's not a bad figure,

if I do say so myself.

Have you ever been

in love at all, Guinevere?

Once.

- And was it this

" all of you

or none of you" stuff?

Oh, yes.

From him or from you?

Both.

Really? Do tell.

No.

All a long time ago.

You'll catch your death.

Put this on.

Allow me.

Excuse me, madam.

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

Take that through

to the kitchen, please.

And you do the same as well.

And tell John to pull the rug up.

Party about to start

soon, so chop-chop.

Party? There's a party?

Miss Lafosse?

- Hmm?

There's a troop of people downstairs who

appear to be under the misapprehension

there is to be

a party here.

Yes.

Today?

Yes. Didn't I say?

- No.

Oh.

Silly me.

Will there be many people?

I should say so,

Guinevere.

It's the big one.

The big one?

- Pile on the Pepper.

Phil's going to make

the announcement.

What do you think?

Do I get the part? Hmm?

Oh, yes.

My dear, you look as if you've never

been to a cocktail party in your life.

Why, thank you,

but I don't drink.

Oh, it's not a drink,

really. It's a cocktail.

Good luck, darlings.

Joe's the old one

over there.

Work your magic.

Of all the nerve.

Well. Time to make

the Rabbit run.

Are you sure

that's wise?

Mmm.

Phil, darling.

Delysia, sweetheart.

Lovely to see you.

This is Charlotte Warren.

Do you know

each other?

A pleasure.

How nice

to see you again.

Phil and I had such a lovely lunch

together today, didn't we, darling?

Well, I thought he'd have a

big appetite, after last night.

May I suggest retiring

to a safe distance?

I think you're

absolutely right.

Tin hat on.

I'm sorry,

it's Phil Goldman.

How do you do?

- We've met before, actually.

You were entirely

naked at the time.

Guinevere?

Is that you?

My goodness!

You look marvelous.

Charlotte, I just wanted to let

you know there are no hard feelings.

That is so

gracious of you.

To the victor the spoils, to the

vanquished two comps for Press Night.

And so wise.

I hope I can be

like that one day.

Wisdom requires more than

the passing of years, I fear.

Though a little bird tells me that the

part of the crippled mother is still open.

You'd look ravishing

with a stick.

And I won't forget about those

tickets. Is it two, three, four...

Silly me, I've forgotten how

many boyfriends you've got.

Now, Philip,

how are your deliberations over

Pile on the Pepper proceeding?

Well, between

you and me,

Charlotte has the most

alluring singing voice.

And I have to say, Daddy's quite

keen. In fact, more than keen.

So you're going to give

Miss Warren the part?

Delysia's going to be a bit

off-color about it all, I'm afraid.

Hey ho.

- Just one question.

Does Charlotte have quite the

same attachment to you as Delysia?

No. No, no,

she certainly doesn't.

Do you think that was more

than a passing attraction?

I mean, we both

know actresses, Guinevere.

It did occur to me

that it might be, you know,

purely to secure the part?

I have no doubt that Miss Lafosse

believes that you are one of the most...

Unquestionably, the most

important man in that room.

My dear woman,

do you really think so?

I do.

The scales have fallen

from my doubting eyes.

So pleased to have helped.

- Helped?

You've just made me

the happiest man in the world.

You seem to have made

quite an impression on him.

Oh. Yes.

I do, don't I?

Joe Blomfield.

A great pleasure.

Have we met before? I feel sure

I recognize you from somewhere.

I don't think so,

but I'm delighted

to make your acquaintance.

I have met your fiance,

I believe.

Edythe? Um...

No longer my fiance,

I'm afraid.

Really? I'm so sorry.

Not a permanent rift, I hope?

It would be ungentlemanly

of me to go into the details.

Of course.

You know, these things

are amazing, aren't they?

May I?

Why not?

- Excuse me.

Progress?

I'm afraid not.

Nor is there likely to be.

Transformations work

both ways, Guinevere.

It would take me 30 seconds to put

you back in the soup kitchen queue.

I told you,

I never forget a face.

Victoria Station.

Nor have I forgotten with whom

you shared a taxi last night.

Oh, you have.

If you want to continue

working for Delysia, you have.

Now we all of us need things in

our life. I need Joe for his...

Well, he's a man of

connections. And you need...

You need to stay off of

the streets, I imagine.

I see Edythe

has told you all.

If it weren't to commit another

indiscretion, I might disclose Edythe is...

As Miss Lafosse would say,

crazy about you.

To be indiscreet back,

she's rather more crazy about my position

in the fashion world than she is about me.

A woman scorned

is a dangerous thing.

And a bruised heart will often

speak harshly, Mr. Blomfield.

Oh, I sometimes wonder where

Edythe's heart has got to.

A woman with an absent heart

would not shed such tears, I think.

Edythe?

Shed tears?

You people!

With your green drinks and your

parties and your subterfuges.

You're all playing at love.

One minute her, the next minute

someone else. Flit, flit, flit.

Well, I'm not playing.

Love is not a game.

You've worked

your magic again.

I can't do it.

- You've already done it.

Joe just came up

and asked me

if he was being a cad

breaking off the engagement.

I've no idea what you said,

but I believe we've got him.

It must be extraordinary

being you.

Extraordinary? No.

Very, very ordinary.

Delysia, darling, is it

true what Guinevere said?

Well, if Miss P said it,

you can bet your shirt on it.

So I can tell the whole

world about you and me?

Officially an item, what?

Till death us do part?

What?

At the very same time that you

announce your casting decision, sweets.

Oh!

And what better time

than right now?

You're absolutely right,

damn it. This very minute.

Come on, gorgeous, no

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