The Sun Also Rises Page #3

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Yes. Huge.

Hmm. Does Your Ladyship care to dance?

A little later. Thank you.

Hello, Jake.

Hello, Brett.

I didn't know you were back.

- Yes, I just got back.

- Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

Lady Brett Ashley, Mr. Robert Cohn.

How do you do?

He thinks you're the most

beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Oh! That's very nice to hear,

but I'm sure youre not serious.

I assure you I am.

- That's a fine crowd you're with, Brett.

- Yes. Aren't they lovely?

And you, darling-

Are you having a lovely evening?

- Priceless.

- Would you care to dance, Lady Brett?

Sorry, but I promised this one to Jacob.

Jacob, you have a terribly biblical name.

I didn't pick it

or perhaps I'd have done better.

Well, what about the next one?

We'll see. I never make plans. Zizi.

- Yes. Yes, dear?

- Would you take this for me?

Anything.

- You've made a new conquest there.

- Have I? That's nice.

- I suppose you like to add them up, hmm?

- Oh, stop it, Jake.

- Howdy, Lady Brett!

- Hi, Herbie. How are you?

You just get back?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's good to see you.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

- You were gay a minute ago.

- Yes, I know.

But it's all gone now.

Darling, I love you.

I can't help myself.

I know it's no good.

Let's get out of here.

You don't mind, do you?

Come on.

Jake? Jake!

You're not going, are you?

- I'd like to get some air.

- At least let me buy you a drink.

- No, the bar's too crowded.

- I'll get it. What are you having?

- Ah, Pernod.

- You, Jake?

Just another beer, please.

- Now, was that really necessary?

- I didn't want to argue.

- Oh, Brett.

- Thank you.

- Zizi?

- Yes?

Zizi, I came

with that girl in the green.

Uh-

- The one with the feather on?

- That's right.

- If she asks for me, give her this, will you?

- But will she understand?

I think so.

Just tell her it's taxi fare home.

She must live in Marseille.

Hey, Zizi.

Le Select, s'il vous plait.

- Merci bien, monsieur. Ca va.

- Ca va.

Taxi? A taxi?

No. Here.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

It rained every day in Vienna.

And the Danube's brown.

It's not blue.

And I missed you. I missed you.

It didn't work out.

Being away from you

is worse than being here.

It wasn't exactly easy for me.

I suppose not.

Funny thing,

but the first week I was all right.

I didn't have a drink - not one.

And then I ran into some people

we knew during the war...

and it all started all over again.

Nothing ever really changes, does it?

I know I shouldn't have come back.

But I couldn't stay away either.

We can't go through

all that hell again.

No.

I had to see you. You understand?

You said to me that one day

I'd come to hate you.

I wish I did.

I'm going to marry Michael, Jake,

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