The Gay Divorcee Page #8

- Can't we do something with him?

- Yes, here.

- Go quickly there, please.

- Yes, hide him.

- In the bedroom?

- Yes. Hurry. Hurry.

- Yes, hurry.

- Oh, now, sir, please...

- Hi, waiter.

- How do you do, sir?

- You hiding too?

- Yes, sir. They just shoved me in here.

Now, once more.

Come in.

Oh, Cyril.

Who is this fellow?

This is my husband.

Oh, how do you do?

I'm so very pleased.

You haven't answered my question.

I must confess, he's my...

This object?

No, I don't believe it.

My dear child, he's nothing to you.

He has all the earmarks

of a hired corespondent.

That is not true.

She love me and I love she.

Mimi, you amuse me.

I'd never believe it with him.

This...? This hairdresser?

Guy! Guy!

I'm sorry to ask you to do this,

but will you kiss me?

I'm not sorry.

Bravo. Bravissimo.

And who, pray, is this new Lothario?

After the divorce,

we're going to be married.

What divorce?

Why, aren't you going to divorce me?

Why, no, my dear.

I'm going to forgive you.

Forgive her.

Enough of this nonsense.

Mimi, you pack up your things

and come home at once.

At once, I tell you.

Why, you're just a little lamb who's strayed.

And you, sir,

are just an ineffectual little puppy.

At last, I've got my chance

to throw somebody out.

Oh, no, no, Guy.

You mustn't, please.

Pardon me, ma'am.

May I go now? I've got my work to do.

Yes, yes, go ahead.

Why, how do you do, Professor Brown?

Professor Brown?

How are you, professor,

if you don't mind my asking?

Oh, is this your dear old friend,

the rock thrower?

Yes, sir, that's him.

That's ridiculous.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

- I never saw this man in my life.

- Oh, come, professor.

Don't you remember all those little chats

we used to have about rocks?

You and me and your wife?

No, I do not.

And would you know

the professor's wife if you saw her?

Why, of course I would, sir.

Am I Mrs. Brown?

No, ma'am. You're Mrs. Green.

Well, strike me pink.

You see, Mrs. Brown, she was French.

She couldn't speak a word of English.

Why, Buster Brown,

this is most "unfossilish" of you, sir.

I've got to catch a train.

- Let me pass, sir.

- I will not, sir.

- Let me pass, I say.

- Never, sir.

Well, well, what happened? Did it work?

Did it work?

Meet the future Mrs. Holden.

Oh, now... Oh, I told you.

I told you.

Father will be so proud of me.

- Egbert and I are going to be married too.

- Yes.

Why, darling, why, what's the mat...?

We were married last night,

on our way back from London.

Last night? Were we?

Why, of course, sir, we were.

Darling, I'd forgotten about it.

Isn't it wonderful?

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll hurry back to London

to have a celebration.

Oh, scusi, scusi, I'm also very good

at parties.

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