The Constant Nymph Page #2

Hurry up if you want to come

to meet Lewis.

He'll be here any minute!

I don't want to stay here

with you, you drunken...

...pig! Drunken pig!

He's a drunken pig.

It's my father

you're talking about.

My husband.

Kate!

-Kate, any coffee apart?

-Please, Lina--

Tessa, take this up to father...

...and tell him about Lewis

and Mr. Trigorin.

-Lend me that ribbon, will you?

-Your hair is pretty without it.

-You had stomach-ache yesterday.

-It's better today.

Here, fasten me up.

-What's the matter with you, Tessa?

-Lewis is coming!

I've got my hair wet and

I can't find my ribbon!

-Where is it?

-I don't know.

-Here, take this one.

-Thank you, Kate, I'll return it.

Take this and don't drop it.

-What about Lewis' brandy?

-I put out half of it. Go on!

Who's there?

It's Tessa, father.

I'm afraid you'll have to

add a little water.

Roberto could only get one bottle.

We owe so much.

Lewis Dodd's coming today.

He sent us a telegram.

Lewis Dodd, yes, I--

I wrote to him.

Father, would you do me

a favor?

What?

Would you let me trim

your hair up a bit?

Lewis will think no one

takes care of you.

-No!

-Oh, come on, please.

What're you going to call it?

"A Little Girl Cutting

Her Father's Hair".

No, no!

-Father?

-Uh?

-Would you tell me something?

-Mm-hmm.

Is Lewis Dodd a really

very fine musician?

Good technique.

He's like the weather.

Today is thunders,

tomorrow is sunny.

Like children playing.

But there's no blood pulsing

through his music, no heart.

It's the new school

that's coming in.

If he'd only cry.

He ever really laughs,

I'm sure he couldn't cry.

If he'd fall in love, if some woman

could disturb him.

I'm sure he's never known

a woman.

If he could suffer,

that's what I mean.

What would make him suffer?

I don't know.

That's something that happens

to all of us.

Father, listen.

It's Lewis!

He's here!

Paula!

Paula, come on!

Didn't you hear Lewis?

Lewis Dodd!

Lewis Dodd!

-You're actually here!

-How are you, darling?

Hello, Tessa!

I've been swimming,

I've got my hair wet.

I wish you kids

would stop growing.

You make me feel very old!

You're growing up like sting weeds.

That's not very nice of you, Lewis.

Oh! What have you got there?

And those beautiful bags?

That's Mr. Trigorin.

The bags are his.

-Where did you find him?

-He's come to visit your father.

Mr. Trigorin staged a ballet

from one of your father's operas.

You are the charming daughters

of Mr. Sanger?

This is Paula.

And this--

this here is Tessa,

the pick of the bunch.

Girls, welcome your guest, please.

He looks like a flea trainer.

-Welcome.

-How long will you stay?

See what I mean, Mr. Trigorin?

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