Dinner at Eight Page #3

do you remember?

$61,240.

Why, Carlotta, you're marvelous.

No. I remember because it's the only stock

I ever paid for myself.

But then you said it was good.

And yes, it was for nearly 20 years.

The last two or three or...

Oliver, you wouldn't want to

buy it back yourself, would you?

Yes, I would, Carlotta.

But I'd find it rather difficult just now.

Why, Oliver...

I always thought of you

having all the money in the world.

I thought so, too, for a time.

When I think of Oliver Jordan III...

I dropped that years ago.

Dear Oliver, you were sweet.

So serious. So respectful.

I was very fond of you, Oliver.

I was very much in love with you, Carlotta.

You were the most entrancing creature

in the world, and I was at your feet.

So was all New York.

If you went to a restaurant, it was made.

If you wore a certain hat,

it became the rage.

I was rather gorgeous, wasn't I?

Remember? They named

everything after me.

Cigars, race horses...

perfumes, battleships.

They were a little previous on that.

But one thing I shall always remember.

The day you were 21...

you asked me to marry you, Oliver.

What a young fool

you must have thought me.

No, I thought it very sweet of you.

You see, I was 30-ish.

I remember I went home and wept a little.

They didn't often ask me to marry them.

You broke my heart when you refused me,

Carlotta.

So I buried my grief

in the shipping business.

Dear Oliver.

Mr. Packard is here now.

Tell him to come right in.

Do you mind, Carlotta?

He's quite a fellow, Dan Packard.

Used to be a miner.

Big Western stuff, you know.

How interesting. I'd like to meet him.

All right, Mr. Packard.

That's no elevator, that's a birdcage.

Jordan, what kind of a dump is this,

anyway?

I beg your pardon.

Dan Packard. This is Miss Carlotta Vance.

- Miss Vance.

- How do you do?

Wait a minute. Not Carlotta Vance?

Yes.

Why, I know you.

Jordan, you old son of a gun, you.

Yes. Saw me when he was a boy.

Nursie held him up

so he'd get a good look.

Your picture was on the wall of every

mining shack up there in Montana...

right alongside of John L. Sullivan.

Sutton's Opera House.

What was the name

of that piece you were in?

You wore pants.

Still do. That's my exit cue.

When will I see you, Lotta? Soon?

Millicent called me up this morning.

I'm dining with you next week, Friday.

Fine, of course.

I'm just dying to see Paula again.

I'm sure she's crazy to see you.

You were so sweet to her

when she was in London last year.

But where are you staying?

I'm stopping at the Hotel Versailles.

The old Versailles.

- O-O-O-O'Brien.

- That's it. Goodbye.

Toodly-oo, Lochinvar.

What did she call me?

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