A Double Life Page #2

you're gonna do...

knock you on your ear.

Something new?

New, old.

Tell you tomorrow.

Excuse me, mr. Lasler.

I'm going to marry

the most wonderful man

in the world:
Martin.

My valet?

Coffee, miss?

Thank you, Martin.

Just when did all this

happen, Martin?

Miss Cole did me the honor

of accepting my

proposal of marriage

on may 14th last,

sir.

On may 15th,

a fortnight ago...

Thank you.

Not at all, sir.

I gave you my 2-weeks notice

and informed you that I

was going to be married.

You didn't say it was to

my girl.

It didn't seem proper

to do so, sir.

Proper!

What cheek.

But what charm.

It's no surprise

to me. After all,

he's a gentleman's

gentleman.

Beginning now,

he's a lady's

gentleman.

I'm not going to cry.

Ah, ducky.

Honey.

Martin!

But my dear sir,

my time was up when

the clock struck.

I hope I've given

complete satisfaction.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Mother!

Was I a bit over tonight?

Oh, Max, I've been

looking for you.

Hello,

mr. Lasler.

Drop over the office.

Hello, Victor, dear.

That's you, sweetheart!

Oh, Tony!

There's something

I want to talk to you about.

Yes. Oh, a little later.

Max, are you

going to the party?

No. I'll be...

One more.

Oh, leave 'em hungry,

is what I say.

What do you think?

How did it go?

Oh, it impressed me.

There were a couple spots

I wanted to talk to you about.

Oh, look who's here?

Shakespeare's agent, eh?

Yes?

Hello,

Brita.

Bill, come on in.

Is it all right?

If you don't stay too long.

Hi, Gladys.

Your new pictures.

Oh, good.

Oh, I better look them over

in the morning.

Tony and I are going?

I know.

I'm going, too.

Can I hitch a ride with you?

Of course.

Hey, what's all this

about a new play,

something for you and Tony?

Play?

Sounded pretty definite,

the way Max talked about it.

I...

I thought you knew.

No, I didn't.

Well, I hope

it's a comedy,

if they want me in it.

Why? You've just

had a year of one.

You know Tony.

When he's doing something

gay like this,

it's wonderful

to be with him,

but when he gets going on one

of those deep numbers...

It sounds as if you're

trying to talk yourself

out of marrying him again?

Think so?

Listen, we were engaged

doing Oscar Wilde,

broke it off doing O'Neill.

We married doing

Kaufman and Hart,

and divorced doing Chekhov.

Would you advise me to

go through all that again?

Would you take my advice?

Mr. Friend, would you

take my advice

and clear out?

She's got to get dressed.

Sure. Sorry.

I'll be waiting.

All right.

It seems to me like

I spend half my life

trying to keep people

from not going crazy.

And not succeeding.

Brita:
Ready, dear?

Oh, come on in,

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