Double Harness Page #2

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when he thinks I've had enough

champagne for dinner...

he's going to suggest very casually,

oh, very casually,

We might run up to his flat for a quiet

stop after the theater.

'You've never seen my place,

have you?', says he, sort of offhand.

'No,', says Joan, casting down

her eyelids demurely.

'Rather nice little place,'

says he.

'One or two pictures that might

amuse you.'

Oh, so casual.

Not meaning a thing.

Joan, you wouldn't!

I might.

But, Joan, you're my last illusion.

Oh Val, my sweet,

the years roll on and on.

So far all the men who've wanted

to marry me I haven't wanted to marry.

Of course, if I had a talent, like painting,

or music or writing, it woud be different.

But I haven't.

Oh, and I am really ambitious

to accomplish something.

So, I've decided my only chance...

is to marry a man with a future.

And make his future mine.

But how can you even think of marrying

him if you don't love him?

Love? Marriage has nothing

to do with love.

Marriage is a business.

At least it's a woman's business.

And love is an emotion.

A man doesn't let emotion interfere

with his business.

And if more women would learn not to let

emotion interfere with theirs,

fewer of them would end

in a divorce court.

Hm, just love the smell

of meat cooking.

But marriage without love

would be ghastly.

I mean, think of it.

I mean... how could you possibly?

Have you got the salt, dear?

Thank you.

Oh, there's Dennis. Let him in,

will you, darling?

- I've got to change my dress.

- Father will let him in.

Here's Dennis.

Where's Valerie?

Oh, hello, Dennis.

Val will be right down.

Gosh that smells good.

Are we going to eat here?

No, cook's night out. I'm just fixing

something for Father.

And it'll be better than anything

you'll get at your restaurants, too.

- Maybe I'm marrying the wrong sister.

- Oh, no, Valerie can cook if she has to.

- Have a cocktail Dennis?

- Will I?

You didn't think I'd say no,

did you?

- Hello, darling.

- Hello, sweet.

- How do you like me?

- Marvelous.

No cheap speakeasy for us tonight

with this outfit on.

- I thought we'd go to the Little Club.

- I was afraid of it.

Here, Valerie, will you take a little

active interest in these vegetables?

I've got to change.

- Come along, Father, soup's ready.

- Come and get them, children.

Why, Colonel, are you running

out on us?

Yes, I've had a glass of sherry

and my dinner's waiting

- Will you excuse me?

- Yes, sir.

- You know, something tells me I love you.

- Yes, yes, go on.

I ove you, I love you...

I love you.

Darling, I love you.

That's John Fletcher.

He's taking Joan to dinner.

John Fletcher?

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