The Woman in the Window Page #2

I were a painter and had done this of you,

I would be very happy about it.

- Is it yours?

- No. I wish it were.

Then I wouldn't have to come over here

every so often to watch people's faces.

- Is that what you do?

- Now and then, when I'm lonely.

- Tonight?

- I was alone.

I don't like to be.

Well, did you watch my face?

Oh, yes.

Did I react properly? Normally?

Well, there are two general reactions.

One is a kind of solemn stare

for the painting.

And the other?

The other is a long, low whistle.

What was mine?

I'm not sure.

But I suspect, in another moment or two,

you might have given

a long, low, solemn whistle.

Well, that rather embarrasses me.

Oh, it shouldn't.

I regard it as

an unusually sincere compliment

because you don't look to me like a man

much given to whistling.

Oh, no, no. It's not that exactly,

but if my admiration was that obvious,

I'm afraid you might misunderstand...

- May I help you?

- Could you?

I'm not married, I have no designs on you,

and one drink is all I'd care for.

- Is that right?

- That's right.

Thank you very much.

What's so funny?

Well, I had dinner

with a couple of friends tonight.

We discussed your portrait

with great admiration, I might say.

I'm thinking of their faces tomorrow night

when I tell them about this.

Sitting and chatting over a drink

with the charming young lady herself.

Would you like to see

some more of his work?

I would indeed.

I'd like it very much.

Then, when you've finished your drink,

you can take me home

and I'll show them to you.

They're just sketches

but quite good, I think.

They're of me, of course.

A little late, isn't it?

Is that late? 11:00?

I don't think I should.

You don't think you should?

What do you mean?

I was warned.

You mean, you're afraid? Of me?

No, no, no. It's not that, but...

I was warned against

the siren call of adventure

at my age.

I should never have stopped to talk

with you.

I should never, never have come here

to drink with you.

Never?

Come in.

- May I have your hat?

- Yes, thank you.

Make yourself at home.

I'll be right back.

(DOOR OPENS)

Clemens, who did the one in the window,

did these.

Just sketches, but nice, I think.

Beautiful.

Let's have another.

I should say no, I know,

but I haven't the slightest intention

of saying it.

I should say not.

This is much too pleasant to break up.

- Ouch!

- Did you cut yourself?

No, but the wire broke.

Have you something to cut it with?

- Scissors all right?

- Yes, I think that will do.

Who are you?

- My name is...

- Frank!

Frank, God! Listen!

I told you, if you ever...

- Stop that, you fool.

- Fool, huh?

Frank! Frank! Stop!

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