Party Husband Page #3

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And a little dance.

You've been eating ice, too.

What do you mean?

Go in the bathroom

and look in the glass.

I'll introduce myself.

Come along, Horace.

Pardon.

How do you do, Mrs Canfield?

I am Mrs Hogarth.

Oh indeed?

Jay went to pay off the cab.

I've been looking

forward to our meeting.

Oh, what shall I do?

Indelible?

My own concoction. Try some?

What an adorable shade.

You're dispensing it?

Why, no. Not commercially.

Just to a few intimate friends.

It's downright wasteful, spreading

lip-rouge around like this for nothing.

What's that?

The red badge of innocence.

You men should always

wear one as a precaution.

Maybe.

Why Horace, you dear.

I've been pining to

talk to you for weeks.

Supposing you take Mrs Canfield

in the other room?

Oh, may he?

I'll make a try at the ice.

We've a thousand things to talk over.

Shouldn't I be helping you?

You will be.

What have you been up to?

She is such an inopportune creature.

Aren't most wives of your acquaintance?

I've been having better luck lately.

Congratulations.

She doesn't mean to let me be

comfortable here. Can't we run along?

We?

I have my car.

I have my car .. and my principles.

Don't be silly.

You can't afford to keep either.

Listen, Bee.

I'm not in love with you anymore.

That's an improvement.

It won't be so hard getting rid of you.

If we had realised the hour,

we wouldn't have let you do this.

Don't you think we all need one?

I do. I froze in that cab.

The proper thing would have been

to share my rack with you.

Why didn't we think of that?

I'm dropping Horace home

in my car. It's warmer.

Oh, isn't your husband having one?

Oh, he's big-hearted.

He's sending your cab away.

Good luck.

Try cold cream.

Why in the world does a woman of

that sort have to use indelible stuff?

Shush Laura. They'll hear you.

They've gone, dear.

What for?

She seemed rather anxious to

try Horace out in her new car.

She is ravenous.

A new cigarette case?

May I?

Oooh.

Oh they are Bee's. Mrs Canfield's.

She must have forgotten them.

It looks as though New York

is getting to you.

Now Laura, I hope you

didn't say anything to her.

Darling, I was charming to her.

I knew she was a big bug

on your radio program.

What else could you do but submit?

Now don't talk like that. It was ..

It was all a joke. It meant nothing.

You're placing the importance on it.

No I'm not. But we were here alone ..

I know.

Catching a new cold.

On such occasions, such

things have to happen.

I know that, too.

So you do.

We are both exposed to

the same things, aren't we.

Let's be generous Jay, huh?

Anybody else?

Another one?

No?

It's certainly done my

cold a lot of good.

If you don't ease up on that stuff you

will be back again on your cream toast.

Don't you believe it.

I've got a 1931 digestion.

Guaranteed to take a pound of bicarbonate

of soda a day without melting.

That was a great squash pie.

Where did you buy it?

It wasn't bought, Mr Hogarth.

Somebody made a pie like that?

Kate baked it at home

and brought it here.

I've read about women

like you in history.

That's all I can do.

Can you remember the gas bill?

Hmm. I'm even old-fashioned

enough for that.

Old-fashioned? Ha.

You're years ahead of us.

Oh, Horace.

Can you before home for seven

o'clock dinner before nine?

I'm a bachelor.

What's that, a different

kind of husband?

[ Doorbell ]

Excuse me.

Hello. This is Mrs Hogarth's

husband speaking.

Do you want to talk to

a guy named Renard?

Oh yes, indeed.

Don't tell her I'm here,

but make sure he comes.

Thanks.

Hello Mr Renard. I think

your article was splendid.

I sent it right up to the editor.

I'm sure he'll buy it.

I don't give a hoot

if he buys it or not.

If he'll just read it and

learn something about art.

He can stick it in the waste

basket with my compliments.

Listen.

I'm throwing a party.

And we are in dire need

of beautiful women.

I think you might do.

Oh, I don't know.

Who are there?

No-one you'd know.

Interesting people.

I'm sure of that. Just a moment please.

Henri Renard wants us to

go to a party at his studio.

Who is Renard?

I met him at the office.

He writes articles for

one of our magazines.

And besides that, he's

one of our greatest artists.

Well, if he doesn't use

turpentine in his Scotch, let's go.

But I worked every night

at the office this week.

Oh yes?

You should drop around and see us work.

Thank you. I have a perfect

little office of my own.

That is indispensable.

Shall we, or shall we

not go? I'd rather not.

If Jay wants celebrities for his

program, there will be plenty there.

You point them out to me.

Will you make your simple minds up?

Henri.

In about an hour.

Yes, there will be four of us.

Goodbye.

Ah .. cocktails.

Come again.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Now, you big bad man.

Tell me why you haven't called me up.

I've had a rotten cold.

A couple of rotten colds.

One right on top of the other.

When you didn't call up I

was sure your wife objected.

Oh .. of course not.

Not after discovering

that rouge on your lip?

Never said a word. Just ..

"Use cold-cream".

Just like that. Naturally.

How splendid.

Men like you are so rare.

You're a writer. You ought to know.

Oh, I do.

I like the way your head is

stuck on your shoulders.

Apropos of what?

Get up.

I am going to paint you.

Oh you are?

We'll start Wednesday.

Oh, no we'll not.

Why not?

I'll pay you what you would

make in the book trade.

You are only cluttering it up anyhow.

But .. when I put you on a canvas .. ah.

I will make the world think the

model was a real woman.

You'll ..?

I will put some soul

where the soap dust is.

And those lovely oyster eyes.

Oyster eyes?

With my brush, I will open them.

If you are through insulting me.

Where's, Jay?

What's happened?

That beast there.

Oh. Don't mind him, Laura.

Nobody takes Renard seriously.

A little nutty.

Did you get his cloak?

Well, I'm going home.

Have you seen Jay?

Why yes, he's in there.

Thanks.

He's with Canfield.

Oh.

I can't meet that creature.

Would you call him please?

Laura wants to go, Jay.

Oh, my cold.

Why?

You'd better talk to her.

I'll be right back, Mrs Canfield.

If not, why where shall we ..?

I'll be right back.

Fish not biting tonight?

She's furious, I suppose.

Not about you.

Why, what's the rush?

Renard was rude to me.

What did he say?

Laura doesn't know Renard.

He didn't mean anything.

Of course not.

I tell you I can't stay here.

Lets get our wraps.

I know what's the matter.

She's jealous because I was

talking to poor Mrs Canfield.

Oh, is that it?

Supposing I got fussy about

some of your friends?

Well, if poor Mrs Canfield needs you ..

Of course we'll wait.

Come, Horace. I think I'd

like some more punch.

Oh Laura, please.

Well .. here's to a big night.

Laura.

I want to talk to you.

Well?

Get Jay away from that woman.

I wouldn't think of it.

Don't you love him?

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