Stella Dallas Page #7

See ya at dinner then. Bye.

- How is your mother today?

- Oh, she's much better, thank you.

Couldn't Mrs. Clews and I visit her

this afternoon while you go to the polo?

- Oh, yes.

- That's an idea, Mother.

I've been looking forward

to meeting her.

It's unfortunate

she's been ill all the time.

- What do you say?

- I'll have to ask Mother.

- Come on.

- All right!

- I'll call you.

- All right.

Hello, darling.

- Did you have a good time?

- Oh, heavenly.

Richard's mother and a Mrs. Clews I

just met want me to go to the polo game.

And they want to spend

the afternoon with you.

And see me for the first time

in my nightgown? Huh!

I should say not. And me

with a trunk full of new clothes...

my skin is just itchin'

to get next to.

Goodness gracious. But you go along,

and say I was asleep.

No, I won't leave you

alone again.

There's no sense in the two of us

being cooped up here.

I'll be all right in a few days. I'll

get all fixed up and meet your friends.

You know what I was thinkin'?

The first night I'm able

to go down in the dining room...

we'll have this Richard

and his mother to dinner with us.

Would ya like that?

I knew you would.

Go on, now. Run along.

You mustn't keep him waiting.

Wear your blue jacket.

I love ya in that.

Boy. Oh, boy.

Listen, will you tell me

which lady is Mrs. Richard Grosvenor?

Mrs. Grosvenor's

not here, ma'am.

Oh, then please direct me

to the tennis court. Maybe she's there.

Just across the lawn

and down that path.

You mean sort of over that way

and down there?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Oh. Wait a minute.

- Here you are, young fellow.

- Oh, that's all right.

- Don't be sill'.

- Thank you.

Here goes a birdie.

- Did I say birdie?

- Well, whoo!

- Tryin' to cover it up, huh?

- No, I'll wear it everywhere.

Did you see the makeup on her?

And those shoes!

Why, I thought

she was wearing stilts.

- Hello.

- Hi, kids. How are you?

Come on.

Move down one seat.

Whatever happened to you two?

We've been back hours.

We took a shortcut.

- Say, Paul, you sure missed a show.

- What'll it be, Mr. Grosvenor?

- What show?

- That woman on the tennis court.

I'll have a chocolate ice cream soda

with chocolate ice cream...

and whipped cream on top.

- What about her?

- Make mine the same...

only with vanilla ice cream

and leave off the goo.

I didn't know they let

that kind of woman loose anymore.

- Happy?

- You should've seen the getup.

- What a woman!

- Maybe Dick knows her.

- Dick, she was looking for your mother.

- Yeah?

Pete lobbed one over the fence

and she started chasing after it.

I never saw her before.

Who is she?

I don't know, but I'd sure like

to know where she got that paint job.

- It's a Christmas tree, not a woman.

- And it walks.

- Does it talk?

- And how!

- Good?

- Delicious.

That's the one.

I heard her say to Jimmy...

''You oughta see

my little girl play tennis.''

She must have some little girl.

- No, I don't like it.

- It is rather heavy.

- Let me see that one.

- This one?

- She's an ad.

- An ad for what?

We'll see in a minute.

Wait'll her hat lights up.

You're all wrong.

It's a trailer.

Do you think that one

really suits my personality?

- Yes, ma'am. Decidedly.

- You do.

I'll take that.

Send it up to Room 214.

Thank you.

''Personality.''

Amy, get her.

- What's the matter?

- I must've lost my watch.

Wait a minute. You can't go

all the way back there now.

- When did you see it last?

- I want to go. Please let me go.

Don't worry about it. Let's finish

our sodas first. We'll find it.

There you are.

I've been lookin' all over for you...

Well, Lollie, what on earth...

- Mother, we're going home.

- Home?

What are you talking...

- What's the matter? What's happened?

- Nothing.

Oh, I know.

My little Lollie's had

a quarrel with her young man.

Mother, please!

Oh, don't be a little goose.

I'll tell you what you do.

I'll invite him for dinner, make

believe I don't know anything about it.

I'll pretend you're not back yet.

What's their number?

I wanna go home.

You wanna go home?

Well... Well, what about me?

Payin' for two rooms all this time

and usin' only a bed.

Don't you think I'd like a little

of the fun you've been havin'?

I should think you'd think

of somebody else besides yourself.

You know...

I like nice people

and a little fun myself.

I'm sorry.

I don't see how your pride would let you

show him you cared that much.

If it was me, I'd stay on just to show

him that there's other fish in the sea.

It's only for you.

Well, you said yourself

this morning...

you'd never been

so happy in all your life.

And so was I too.

- Oh, dear.

- Here.

Here you are, miss.

Thank you.

Board!

- She missed it as sure as you live.

- Oh, there she is.

Nan! Did you have a blowout?

No, but just as I was leaving,

I met Ethel. Oh, I can't get my breath.

Here, sit down.

I want to tell you what Ethel told me.

You remember that funny-looking woman

parading around this afternoon?

- No, I didn't see her.

- You didn't see her?

She can't be described.

You wouldn't believe it.

I'll tell you, she was quite a number.

Her dress was up to here.

And paint an inch thick.

And bells on her shoes that tinkled...

- Oh, not bells!

- And bracelets up to here that clanked.

You never saw such a sight.

Anyway, do you know who she was?

- Who?

- Laurel Dallas's mother.

Laurel Dallas!

Oh, I can't believe it!

You mean that pretty little girl

Dick Grosvenor's been rushing?

Yes. Didn't you know her?

But are you sure?

She seemed so lovely and sweet.

Isn't it weird? To have such

a common-looking creature for a mother?

- Poor thing.

- Poor nothing.

She's wearing

Dick Grosvenor's fraternity pin.

- She won't be wearing it long.

- Not when Mrs. Grosvenor hears about it.

- Your berths are ready, ladies.

- Thank you.

- I want to tell you about...

- Ethel made it so interesting and funny.

- Lollie.

- It's lonely up there, Mother.

I want to come down here

and cuddle with you.

I'd... I'd like

to see Mrs. Morrison.

- Was it in reference to...

- I couldn't say. It's private.

I'd have to see Mrs. Morrison.

- What was the name, please?

- Mrs. Dallas.

Mrs. Stephen Dallas.

Yes.

I will see if Mrs. Morrison is at home.

Come with me, please.

- Just wait in there, please.

- Yeah.

- Are you Mrs. Morrison?

- Yes.

I'm sorry to bother you

in your home, but l...

- Won't you sit down?

- What I have to say won't take long.

- It's just that...

- Oh, we may as well be comfortable.

It's so very warm.

Won't you take off your coat?

I know you must think it's funny,

me comin' here like this.

I'm not gonna beat

around the bush, but...

what I wanna know is

if Stephen was free...

if I got a divorce

like his lawyer wanted, would...

would you two get married?

Yes, we would.

I'm sorry if it's unpleasant, but...

- I'd rather that you knew the truth.

- Yeah.

Well, what I wanted to know is...

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