Alice Adams Page #4

You'd never refuse to dance with me.

Mildred, your party's a grand...

- Hello, Arthur.

- Hello, Mildred.

- I'm glad you finally got here.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

Never mind that.

You look beautifuI tonight.

Thank you.

Who's that man with Mildred?

Why, that's Arthur Russell.

Arthur Russell?

I never heard of him.

He's some sort of a cousin

to the Palmer family.

Second or third or something.

They say he's got wads of money.

He and Mildred

are supposed to be engaged.

No.

Well, if they're not, they soon will be.

My sister says

she talks about him all the time.

- Ella says-

- Never mind what Ella says.

Let's find something better

to talk about than Mr. Russell.

Well, I'm willing.

What do you want to talk about?

Nothing.

Suppose we just sit, shall we?

All right.

We'll be along.

Come with me, Arthur.

Look at the orchestra, Frank.

Aren't they screaming?

Someone told me they're called

Skinny Sam and his Hot Shot Stooges.

Isn't that just crazy?

Don't you just love it?

Yeah.

- Come on, Arthur, you're way behind us.

- There you are, Arthur.

Well, what now?

Talk or sit?

Suppose we just sit some more, shall we?

All right.

Pardon me. I've just seen Henrietta Lamb.

She's promised to save this dance for you

if you'll come right away.

Look here, Mother.

I wish you'd understand

that I can ask for my own dances.

- I'm more than 6 years old.

- Why, Frank...

I just thought I was doing you a favor.

It isn't pleasant to be spoken to like that...

...by your own son, before strangers.

- Now, Mother.

- You'd better go, Frank, really.

There, you see, Miss Adams says so herself.

For goodness sake.

Pardon me, are these chairs taken?

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm waiting for my partner to return.

No, I can't.

Look, I can't dance with all of you.

- But it's my dance.

- You promised me.

- What can we do?

- Listen, you promised to dance.

Let's match, odd man gets the dance.

That's fair enough.

- I'm sorry, boys.

- Wait a minute.

I wonder if you know which

of the gentlemen is Mr. Walter Adams?

Yes, I know him all right,

but I couldn't say exactly where he is, miss.

If you do see him,

will you please tell him his sister...

...is very anxious to speak to him?

- I will.

- Thank you.

Say, your sister wants you.

Don't bother me, I'm hot.

Here we go, eighter from Decatur.

May I come and talk to you, Mrs. Dresser?

Why, yes, of course.

But why aren't you dancing?

I have been.

I just wanted a chance to catch my breath.

Alice, this is Mr. Russell.

Miss Adams,

he wants to ask you for this dance.

May I?

Yes, indeed.

Will you excuse me?

You're not a very talkative young lady,

are you?

Usually, yes.

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