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Phyllis, come out here!|Come out!

Where do you think you're going?|You nitwit!

Phyllis! Stop that now!

Do you want me to scratch?

That's not Phyllis.

Where's Phyllis?

Oh, there she is!

Are you awake?

Your husband said to look in on you.

- Who?|- Your husband.

He said to warm up|some chicken soup for you.

Husband?

Let me help you. Come on.

You haven't eaten a thing all day.

A nice warm soup will do you good.

Thank you, no.

Your wife won't eat.

Well, that's a blessing|to a poor married man.

How do you feel?

Much better, thank you.

Good.

Pay no attention|to this wife business.

It's a front of respectability|for the new housemaid.

However, as soon as you get well|you'll be free and divorced.

I think I'm well enough now.

Not quite. I think|you'd better stay another day or so.

You're very kind.

I think I'm able to get back|to my room now.

I'm afraid that isn't possible.

Why?

Mrs. Alsop's rented it.|The people are moving in today.

Oh, I see.

However you're welcome to stay here|until you know what you want to do.

What can I do? I'm helpless.

Why didn't you let me die|and get it over with!

That's no way to talk. You're alive|and you better make the most of it.

I'm destitute. Ill.

Listen...

I don't know what's wrong with you,

but if you're ill,|and if it's what Mrs. Alsop thinks,

you should do something about it.|It isn't hopeless.

If it's, uh...

You know what I'm talking about.

I don't think I do.

Well, let me put it this way.

A young girl, alone,|thrown into the world, gets ill.

If it's anything like that,|you can be cured.

There's a new drug performing|miracles, curing thousands.

If it's anything of that nature|don't be afraid to tell,

maybe I can help.

I'm an old sinner,|nothing shocks me.

It's nothing like that.

Are you sure?

Positive.

But you have been ill?

Yes. I was five months|in the hospital with rheumatic fever.

Is that all?|Then what are you complaining about?

It's ruined my health.|I can't work.

What do you work at?

I was a dancer.

A dancer!

A member of the Empire ballet.

And I thought you were a...

So, you're a ballet dancer.

Pardon me, we haven't met formally.|What is your name?

Thereza Ambrose.|But I'm called Terry.

Charming. How do you do.|I'm also in the business.

My name is Calvero.|Perhaps you've heard of me.

You're not the great comedian?

I was.|However, we won't go into that.

Whatever brought you|to this state of affairs?

Ill health, mostly.

Then we'll have to get you well.

It isn't the ideal spot|for convalescing,

but you're welcome to it,

if you can put up with being|Mrs. Calvero. In name only!

It won't inconvenience you?

Not at all.|I've had five wives already.

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