Old Acquaintance Page #2

you slip out through the garden...

and when she comes in here, pop in again.

- All right.

- Well, come on, hurry.

Oh! My shoes.

Oh, thanks.

- Hello, where's your guest?

- I don't know, and I don't care.

I've never been so humiliated in all my life.

- Where is the car?

- At the depot.

- We owe $40.

- $40? For what?

- Milk.

- Milk? That's an awful lot of milk.

- How do you know she drinks milk?

- Who?

Your girlfriend. $40 for milk?

Are you crazy?

Oh, leave me alone!

Now, calm yourself, Millie,

and don't shout.

I will shout. I'm fighting mad!

I've never seen such a display

of bad manners in all my life.

Why, you don't even treat a stranger

like that, let alone your best friend.

She could have gotten away

perfectly well, but no...

she had to go running off

with those silly college girls.

She left me standing there, like a...

Like a...

- Oh, so you saw her?

- Yes, I saw her.

She looked like someone

who was selling something.

I'm sure if she'd been a man,

she wouldn't have shaved.

No hat, no luggage. Just sprawled out

in the day coach, sleeping peacefully.

What are you shushing me for?

Now, honey, you know the doctor said

you shouldn't excite yourself.

That's true.

I mustn't.

But after I'd gone to all this trouble.

Look.

Look.

- These cost 60 cents.

- Oh, well, Millie, that's...

That's terrible.

What's that?

She's here!

You... You...

Now, Millie.

- You!

- Millie! Millie, Millie.

Millie, Millie, wait a minute. Wait!

Oh, where's your sense of humor?

Oh. Never a dull moment.

Same old Millie.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm sorry things didn't work out.

I still think it was a good idea.

- What happened to you?

- To tell you the truth, I was scared.

I don't blame you.

What did she mean,

I look as if I didn't shave?

Well, don't let that worry you.

I like girls who don't shave.

- She sounded as if she meant it.

- Yeah, I'm afraid she did.

I never thought she'd take it that way.

What do you think we ought to do?

Well, I guess we'd better think

of the next generation.

- Shall I go up?

- Oh, please do. I'd appreciate it.

Of course.

Oh, Kit, I'll have Bertha

put the food on the table.

Will you tell Millie

her man, Drake, is serving?

Very well, Drake.

- Be sure the port is at room temperature.

- Very good, madam.

Millie.

Millie.

Millie.

Millie, remember you're a hostess,

and you have a guest.

We just thought you'd like to be the

first one to welcome me to your house.

It was only a joke.

Millie.

Millie, have a heart. Let me in.

You never used to mind.

- I can go to a hotel.

- Perhaps you should.

You certainly didn't act

as though you wanted to see me.

Oh, Millie, what could I do?

I couldn't get away from those Amazons.

Everything's gone wrong

from the moment I got up.

I know, Millie, but don't worry about it.

I like your husband.

You were quite right

when you said he was easy on the eyes.

- He's all right, I suppose.

- And you have a lovely home.

It'll do.

And it was awfully nice of you

to go to so much trouble for my visit.

Come on, Millie, give me a little smile.

And it's so wonderful

you're going to have a baby.

Oh!

Oh, I suppose I couldn't even

tell you that myself.

What does it matter, Millie,

as long as it's true and I know?

Well, it matters to me.

But why? What possible difference

can it make who told me?

You don't know what it's like

to plan to do things a certain way...

and then have them

all go exactly the opposite.

- But, of course, I do.

- Oh, I'm really trembling.

It's so unimportant, Millie.

You have so much to be grateful for.

You should be very happy.

Oh, naturally, I'm happy.

You know, Millie, you're a very lucky girl.

I'm not so sure

that I don't envy you just a little.

Kit, I'm really glad you're here.

- I shouldn't have acted so badly.

- Oh, I understand, darling.

And now, your husband

has told me to tell you...

that your butler, Drake,

is waiting to serve lunch.

- Come on, I'm starved.

- Yes, let's go.

Oh, Kit, I've arranged a little party for you,

not too many...

just the people I thought

you'd like to see again.

They're really nice people.

Charlie?

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- Oh, this stuff is delicious.

Now you've had enough.

I'm gonna take you home.

I don't wanna go home.

It's getting late

and you're the last one to leave.

That's right, pal. You're absolutely right.

It's time to go.

- Which way you live?

- I'm taking you home.

No, I'm taking you home.

- Charlie, you're drunk.

- Confidentially, so am I.

- Good night, Kit, old pal.

- Good night, Charlie.

- I gotta get Pres home. See you later, huh?

- You do that.

- Kit, you look tired.

- I've had a busy day.

Only a couple of stuffed shirts left.

- Why don't you turn in?

- Oh, thanks.

Preston.

Preston, please get Charlie home.

He's so loud.

After all, we have neighbors.

Oh!

- Kit, I'm so sorry. I hate drunkenness.

- Oh, Charlie's a lot of fun.

Oh, don't bother about any of this.

Preston will be home in a minute.

He'll attend to things, he always does.

Come on, let's just go to bed.

All right.

Oh, I could stand a little sleep myself.

My feet are just killing me.

I don't think I've been off them

for about two days.

Well, I hope everyone had a good time.

They certainly ate enough, didn't they?

Oh, my.

It must be nice, having a nice man coming

home in a few minutes to see to things.

Yes, a husband can be

a great comfort at times.

What are you going to do about that, Kit?

Well, right now,

I'm concentrating on a book.

Oh, I know that, but what are you

gonna do about your life outside of books?

About men, I mean.

- Is there anyone?

- I haven't noticed anyone.

- You're not engaged or anything?

- What do you mean by "or anything"?

- But you're not?

- No.

- Oh, I'm rather surprised.

- So am I.

You know, Kit, I had a real pang of envy

when I read all about your success.

But then, afterward, I got to thinking that

being just a woman and a housewife...

- has its compensations.

- Oh, I'm sure they have.

Of course, there are people

who can have both.

- Both what?

- Well, a career and a life.

- What are you getting at?

- Just what I was saying, just now.

It's possible to have the two things,

I'm sure of it.

Millie...

you're holding out on me.

What have you been up to?

Yes, there is something.

I was going to keep it for a while,

but now I'll tell you.

Oh, Kit, promise me you won't breathe

a word to a soul, not even to Preston.

It's been my secret for months.

- And, Kit, please don't laugh.

- I won't.

Well. Well, when your book came,

with your name on it...

and my name printed inside,

something happened to me.

Oh, it wasn't jealousy.

I'm above jealousy, you know that.

But I just said to myself, "Here's Kit.

"Can sit and write a sad, almost sordid

analysis of two people's lives...

"and get marvelous write-ups,

and become a notable overnight.

"And here am I, little Millie Drake,

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