Saratoga Trunk Page #4

She spoke of my food

in paris?

Ah. Leon.

May i suggest,

perhaps,

madame begue's

renowned crawfish bisque?

Oh, mais non.

Enchante.

C'est magnifique.

C'est delicieux.

Je prepare everything

with my own hands

pour vous,

madame la comtesse.

Is it?

Cupidon, my fan.

Bonjour, madame begue.

We are late.

I trust everything

isn't gone.

Don't stare, ninnies.

Will they recognize me,

do you think?

Shall i speak to them?

Shall i say to that girl,

"hello, sister"?

She's my half sister.

Ah, madame dulaine.

Bonjour.

Bonjour, madame.

But she said, ah,

she's a relative.

But she

said that-

who's that

at our table, mama?

What are

they doing?

Leaving.

Keep quiet.

Come.

We will go.

Stay where you are.

I'm not leaving.

First folks in a hurry

i've seen in new orleans.

Is this begue's?

It was begue's.

Is he coming?

Going right by.

Not looking,

either.

Hey, cookie.

Now, while he

ain't looking,

come, baby.

I'm not nearly finished.

I'm going to have

an omelet souffle,

and after that some

strawberries with thick cream.

Yeah, burst your corset.

Stuff yourself.

With a figure

like a cow,

you'll get yourself

a fine husband. Oh, yes.

Or maybe you've already

picked that texas vache.

He's used to

bulging sides.

Texas, texas. What do

i care where he's from?

I'm not even

looking at him.

Well, do look,

then.

Can't read

the menu even.

What's all

this stuff?

Where i come from,

we write our menus

in american.

Beef and beans-

that's what

he's used to.

Even leon

is amused.

Kind of steamy

here in new orleans.

Oui, monsieur.

If he were mine,

i would have for him

four-dozen

white handkerchiefs

of the finest linen,

and you would

embroider his initials

in the most

delicate scrolls.

Me?

Embroider

for that cowboy?

He's never even seen

a white linen

handkerchief.

And linen, too,

for his shirts, i think.

Fine pleated linen.

And his initials

on them, too.

Initials. Initials.

What initials?

His initials,

whatever they are.

I don't know what the

devil those rognons are,

but i'll take a chance.

Oui, monsieur.

They say everything here

is lickin' good.

Psst.

Now what are you

gonna you do?

Leon, tell monsieur

seated over there-

the gentleman with

the big hat and boots-

if he's having difficulty

in choosing his breakfast,

i'll be happy

to assist him.

Ask him if he wouldn't perhaps

prefer to be served at my table.

We're old friends.

Quickly.

Common.

Common as dirt.

Keep quiet, angelique, or i'll

send you away somewhere to starve.

Fellow over there

told me that you said-

won't you sit down?

Angelique,

wait in the hall.

Cupidon, bring

the gentleman's hat

from the other table.

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