Next Time We Love Page #3
- Year:
- 1936
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go over it myself.
Well, I'm sorry, darling. I didn't think
you'd mind a little honest criticism.
I don't mind criticism.
But you wouldn't like it
if I made fun of your story.
Anyhow, I don't need
to do it now.
Well, wait a minute. I...
It's all right.
Chris.
Oh, I'm such a goose.
Darling, I'm so ashamed,
taking myself so seriously.
Well, I got a lot of nerve
trying to tell you how to act.
But it is fun, isn't it? Each of
us so busy and getting on a little.
That's just the way
we figured, isn't it?
Can it keep on like this getting
better and better, month after month?
Sometimes I'm so happy
it frightens me.
Yeah, you always want to worry
about something, don't you?
Please read me
the rest of your story.
Oh, no. After you've
read me your scene.
Give me a kiss first?
All right, I'll tell him.
Goodbye.
I'll be back after dinner.
About 9:
00. Yes, Mr. Carteret.Hello, Mr. Carteret.
Hello, Tyler.
I read your Sunday story on
Russia. Thank you very much, sir.
I didn't say I liked it.
For plain reporting, it's a
little too fancy. Not enough facts.
It's pretty hard to get the facts
when you're 5,000 miles away.
Where'd you learn Italian?
Oh, when I was a kid, my family
dragged me over most of Europe.
You speak any other languages?
French and German.
the vacancy in our Rome office?
Yes, sir, I heard about that.
Oh, I see.
That accounts for all those
European Sunday stories of yours.
Oh, no, I wouldn't say that.
See me after dinner.
About 9:
00.Yes, sir.
Wait down there somewhere.
I'll only be a minute.
You know, you two are
beginning to get on my nerves.
Finish your drink
and beat it, will you?
Has Ms. Tyler gone on yet?
She's upstairs.
She'll be down in a minute.
Okay. Thanks.
Chris!
Darling!
Darling, the most marvelous
thing has happened.
Now, you'd better
send out for Jennings
and tell him.
I just saw him out front.
Tell him what?
I just have a moment...
What are you talking about?
We're going to Rome next week. Rome?
Rome, Italy.
You'll have to tell Jennings to get
somebody else to take your place.
But, darling... The
managing editor just told me.
They're sending me to Rome to
I'm sorry.
Darling, that's marvelous.
Listen, I've got to go on now.
Wait and tell me about it
at the end of the act.
Well, I can't. I've got to
beat it and arrange for things.
Be sure and tell Jennings,
huh?
We're ready, Ms. Tyler.
Yes. I'm coming.
Talk about it later.
But, darling, aren't you happy about
it? I mean, you're not very excited.
Of course I am.
I'll call you later, huh?
Yes. This is your entrance, Ms. Tyler.
Thank you.
Listen, listen, darling,
I'll get a hold of Tommy, and we'll
go out someplace and celebrate.
Sorry.
Marjorie.
Darling, I thought
they'd never go.
wasn't it?
Nan was a bit difficult.
I hope they don't come back.
She loves you,
doesn't she?
And he'll be second in charge. That means
he'll have some very important interviews.
And he sails next week.
That's all there is to tell.
For a reporter's wife, your
account of what's happened
wouldn't win any Pulitzer
Prize for journalism.
No. I suppose not.
Tommy, what is it you
do to bridges? Bridges?
Burn them behind you.
No, you don't burn them
until you cross them.
Well, should we dance
or should we wait for Chris
or should we have
another drink?
Yes.
The only trouble is...
For a minute, I actually
thought you were going to tell me
what you were speaking about.
The only trouble is what?
Let's dance.
Let's. Maybe it'll clear
things up a bit.
I like being with you, Tommy. I don't
ever have to worry about making sense.
You make me feel like
an old pair of slippers.
Hey, hey!
Hello!
Congratulations, my boy.
Thank you, Tommy.
Well, I'll be in the bar.
Okay.
Hey, did you see Jennings?
Mr. Jennings?
Oh, no.
You said you were
gonna see him.
No, let's dance.
You know, you just can't
walk out on Jennings.
No, I know.
When are you gonna tell him?
Tomorrow.
Do you know, I was so excited, I think
I had one too many Old Fashioneds.
Did you?
Well, that's good. We were going
to drink up the town anyway tonight.
Look, what about Jennings?
Oh.
Chris...
Yeah?
I don't think I'd better
go with you next week.
Not go to Rome with me? I've
been thinking about it very hard.
Maybe we'd better sit down.
But, Cicely, what's this all
about? You're not going? Well, why?
For one thing is the money.
My passage over...
But I'll be getting a good enough salary
and living is very cheap over there.
Well, it isn't only the money, darling.
After all, you're starting on a new job.
You shouldn't have to
have me on your mind.
I've done all right so far
with you on my mind.
Yes, I know.
Oh, let's don't talk
about it tonight, anyway.
What's the real reason
you don't want to go?
I told you.
No, there's something else.
Well, I guess it's the same reason
I don't want to ask Mr. Jennings
to give someone else my part.
Are you kidding?
Well, after all,
I did get good notices,
and I had such a good start
it seems a shame...
Yes, they were good notices,
weren't they?
Well, it's a good story. Newspaperman
marries actress, paths diverge and...
Chris, I thought you were
glad about my working.
Well, it was all right while
we were waiting for a break.
You mean while you were
waiting for a break.
I think I'd like a drink,
please.
As long as we're supposed
to be having a good time.
I think you've had
about enough.
But if I hadn't told you, you
wouldn't have known I had any.
You're just being
unreasonable.
I'm being perfectly
reasonable.
Well, it's my own fault.
I should have known what would
happen if I let you go on the stage.
Let me?
Well, encouraged you then.
You couldn't help it
if you got stage struck.
Stage struck? Me?
when I'm already on the stage?
you and then you go crazy.
Well, at last I see things
in their true light.
What's that?
A line from your new play?
Chris, would you mind
lending me $1, please?
Certainly.
Thank you.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Hey.
Thank you, Tommy.
Cicely was tired.
She thought she'd go home.
Well, it's been an exciting
day for both of you.
Yeah.
How'd she like the idea of Italy?
She thinks it's fine. For me.
She's not going.
Huh?
I can't really blame her. She's
in this play with Jennings.
And, well...
She can get out of that.
I'll see Jennings myself.
No. It wouldn't be fair to take her
away from her work. We've agreed on that.
Like a drink?
No, thanks.
Cicely.
Cicely.
Cicely, what happened
to us tonight?
I don't know.
It was awful, though.
It wasn't me saying all those
things. And it wasn't me.
Just the thought of leaving you
coming so suddenly the way it did,
it made me sick all over.
What's it going to be like when
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