Waltz of the Toreadors Page #8

Da...

Ah.

I want to live, Grogan.

I want to love.

I want to give my heart.

Nobody wants it any more, General.

Let it unswell quietly,

that old, over-tender sponge.

Well...

Better get back to the wife, I suppose.

You too, General.

Same old drill for both of us.

- Good night.

- Good night, Grogan.

Ghislaine?

Did you call, sir?

What?

No, no. No, I didn't call, no. Who are you?

I'm the new girl, sir. Do I sweep up in here, sir?

Er...yes.

Yes, you do sweep up in here. Yes, yes.

Come here, girl.

Yes, sir.

Put your broom down.

- Bit late to be sweeping up now.

- Yes, sir.

You know, you're going to find this

an easy place to get on in,

because I'm an old youngster,

and I don't ask much.

I just ask that people are nice to me, that's all.

Yes, sir.

Eh? You don't mind me

putting my arm round you, do you?

No, sir, but what will Madam say, sir?

Madam will say nothing,

as long as you don't tell her, you see.

It's nice like this, isn't it?

Yes, very nice.

Yes. It doesn't mean anything,

but it makes one feel less lonely in the dark.

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