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I was just asking John

about my compact.

- You remember, I lost it last night.

- No, I don't remember.

I think the reward will help.

It's square and gold-ribbed, isn't it?

That's it. Be an angel, John.

Do your best for me.

Yes, Miss Lorrison.

All right, darling, I'm all yours.

- Good evening, Mr. Bourne.

- Good evening.

Well, good evening, Mr. Bourne.

- John.

- A table?

No, I'll go to the bar, John.

Oh, Mr. Bourne,

Miss Lorrison asked about you.

Isabel Lorrison?

I didn't know she was in town.

She's in the Candle Room

with Mr. Dawning.

A ghost from the past.

Come and have a drink with me, John,

I don't feel like being alone.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bourne, I'd like to,

but I can't. On duty.

Okay.

- How are you, Mr. Bourne?

- Bill.

- Scotch, please.

- Yes, sir.

Hi, Bill.

Those fools I'm with from out of town

are getting loaded in the Candle Room.

Thought I'd take time out

for some ginger ale

and a few of your bad jokes.

I'll give you the ginger ale first.

Stunning dress you're wearing.

Paris original?

New York copy.

Goes back to Marianne's in the morning.

- You a model?

- Yes.

Is this a new kind of approach?

Only in a manner of speaking.

Good. Then I won't worry.

Why don't you dance with me?

- Any reason why I should?

- Any reason why you shouldn't?

No.

You're a very nice girl.

And I'll thank you to remember it.

- What's your name?

- Rosa Senta.

- Italian?

- Yes.

And you're Brandon Bourne, aren't you?

The seventh, or ninth, or something?

Only the third. How do you know?

Your wife comes into the store

quite often.

Everyone likes her.

I like her, too.

Since you know I'm married,

I suppose you wouldn't consider

sitting down with me for your ginger ale?

Sure. I'm curious about guys like you.

Yeah?

- John, this reserved?

- Always for you, Mr. Bourne.

One ginger ale,

one Scotch over rocks, please.

Yes, sir.

What are you curious about,

with guys like me?

- Well, doesn't your wife dance?

- Brilliantly.

Yeah. She's prettier than I am,

she dresses better,

and she's probably a lot smarter.

Everything I can do,

chances are she can do better.

So, what do you want to be

sitting here with me for?

What is it with guys like you?

What goes on in your fuzzy little heads?

What do you want,

my philosophy of marriage?

- Well, I'm a reformed character myself.

- Oh.

No, really.

But before I reformed,

I suppose my thinking

went something like this.

Just because a man has

one perfect rose in his garden at home,

it doesn't mean that he can't appreciate

the flowers of the field.

- Does that make sense?

- Oh, sure.

But while you were out sniffing around

these other little wildflowers,

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