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Thereza, please!

You understand|it's purely improvising.

That's how I always judge a dancer.

This is Thereza, Mr. Postant.

- How do you do.|- How do you do.

You'll be dancing to Mr. Neville's|music. Listen to it first.

This is Mr. Neville, our composer.

- How do you do.|- How do you do.

I believe we've met before.

Really?

It's 12:
30, we'd better call lunch.|Lunch everybody! Back at 1:30.

Allow me to congratulate|the next prima ballerina.

You're sopping wet, my dear.|Get your coat.

Put in on and then|we'll talk business.

Allow me.

- May I also congratulate you?|- Thank you.

Come dear. We'll meet at my office|at 2:30 and fix up her contract.

But we're rehearsing at 2.

Make it 6, after rehearsal.

Run up to your dressing room|before you get a chill.

- Where's Neville?|- Coming!

turn off those lights.

Here I am.

I was looking for you outside.

What are you doing|sitting in the dark?

I'd be ridiculous in the light.|Look at me, I'm shameless.

But I can't help it.

My dear, you are a true artist.

True artist.

This is absurd. Ridiculous.

I've waited for this moment.

I love you.

I've wanted to say it for so long.

Ever since the day you thought|I was a woman of the street.

You took me in,

cared for me,

saved my life,

inspired it.

But above all that,|I just love you.

Please, Calvero, marry me.

- What nonsense is this?|- It isn't nonsense.

My dear, I'm an old man.

I don't care what you are.

I love you.|That's all that matters.

Latest news, express!

While you're having lunch,|I'm going to see about my wig.

Then I'll go with you.

You'd better have lunch first.|I might be delayed.

I'll see you back at the theatre.

Have a good lunch.

Oh, hello there.

I'm the man at the piano|who played a moment ago.

It's quite crowded.

Always is at lunch time.

Two?

Very well.

Your order, please.

Bacon and eggs, toast and tea.

The same.

That's always safe.

Beautiful day to be rehearsing.

Although the papers|are predicting more rain.

Really?

What's the joke?

I finally have the chance to talk|to you and I've nothing to say.

What is more eloquent than silence?

- I'd better change tables.|- I won't bite.

I'm not too sure. I was|severely frostbitten a moment ago.

What do you mean?

This morning.|When we were introduced.

I don't understand.

My reception was rather cool,|I thought.

I still don't understand.

I'm sorry.

I seem to be getting|a little involved.

You see, I had an idea|that we'd met before.

Well, perhaps we have.

If we haven't,|then you have a twin sister.

Who is she?

Do you really want to know?

Yes.

A young girl|who used to work at Sardou's,

a stationary shop|where I bought music paper.

A very shy, reticent girl.

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