Heartbeat Page #3

In this friendly group...

it's the best means

of staying sane...

a moment or two longer.

Thank You.

But I am fond of you, too.

Be careful. Happiness like yours

could be dangerous.

Not at all.

I'm always in a good mood

in charming company.

-That's water.

-That's right.

Excuse me, will you?

Paul's been signaling.

I'm sorry.

You seem happy.

Yes. Why, you're not?

No. That's where I'm different.

I can't stand phony situations.

Wait. Surely you don't

expect me to fly apart...

just because I found

one of your ties here?

Especially since

it's one of your awful ones.

Though against all that white,

I thought it looked natural...

You'll be in Charles' arms

in an hour.

No, I won't. I'll be alone.

Anyhow, you won't be with me.

It was so awful

when you walked in.

I blushed like a schoolgirl.

I couldn't bring myseIf

to look at you.

I was shaking.

So was I.

But I feel much better now.

In fact, I feel wonderful.

Almost like someone in love.

It's only water.

What in the world have you two

been telling each other?

If it was as amusing,

tell me about it, too.

I adore funny stories.

I think it's just

something silly.

Then you ought to come out

with it to amuse us.

But I've forgotten it by now.

That's what's so funny.

Antoine, you tell it,

or shouldn't we ask?

One should never ask

those things.

Do you think so?

Charles, I've had

too much to drink.

That's ok.

Shall we go home then?

I believe that would be

really sensible.

What is it?

I think we'd better go home

right now.

-You've had that much to drink?

-Yes.

I'm all right.

You haven't said a word,

Charles...

and I know what that means.

You want to follow me

into my room tonight...

but at five o'clock,

Antoine held me in his arms...

and at five tomorrow,

he will again.

I can't think of anyone else

holding me.

Not even you, Charles.

And God knows how much

I love--I like you.

I'm so happy, I could...

I have a bit of a headache.

Remind me to take an aspirin

when we get home so I can sleep.

Roll up your window.

You'll catch pneumonia.

No, I won't.

The fresh air does me good.

I'm afraid of losing you,

Lucille.

I'm in a constant state

of desire and panic...

like some poor, unhappy animal.

I've got to make a trip

to New York.

Why don't you come with me

this time?

Why not?

How long will you be gone?

A week or two.

New York's lovely in the spring.

We've only been there

in the winter together.

Doesn't do it justice.

No, it's not possible.

Two weeks away from Antoine.

l'd trade all the cities

in the world for his room.

-Good afternoon.

-Afternoon.

-How have you been?

-all right.

Something I can get you?

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