Jezebel Page #5

Yes, isn't it?

- Come on. Get me out of this.

- Julie, what are you doing?

If it fits me, I'm gonna wear it

to the Olympus ball.

A red dress to the Olympus ball?

Why, you're out of your senses.

That creature, Julie.

You heard what Madame Poulard said.

- That infamous Vickers woman.

- Marie Vickers couldn't do it justice.

Child, you're out of your mind.

You know you can't wear red

to the Olympus ball.

Can't I? I'm going to.

This is 1852, dumpling.

1852, not the Dark Ages.

Girls don't have to simper around

in white because they're not married.

In New Orleans, they do.

Julie, you'd insult every woman

on the floor.

Mademoiselle, your aunt, she's right.

Look how beautiful this dress is.

Will you kindly get me out of this?

Julie, you can't be serious.

Never more serious in my life.

But, Julie, think of Pres.

That's just exactly

what I am thinking of.

Preston, I'm not convinced,

but I consider, I think.

- Gentlemen, bon soir.

- Evening, La Cour.

Well, cheer up, son.

You've got La Cour to thinking anyhow.

That, my boy, is as good

as starting a balky mule.

- It took your support, doctor.

- Nonsense.

I'd always be with Tom Dillard's son,

right or wrong.

Best man I ever knew.

Don't breed men like that nowadays.

You measured right up to him

this afternoon.

I'm afraid not, doctor.

You been having you

some little fuss with Miss Julie?

- If you don't mind, sir.

- Certainly, my boy.

None of my business anyhow.

But speaking abstractly,

and nothing personal intended...

...your generation

don't understand the darlings.

- Why, maybe not.

- Absolutely not, my boy.

Woman, sir, is a chalice...

...a frail, delicate chalice,

to be cherished and protected.

But nowadays, no proper respect

for our Southern womanhood.

Think your father would

have allowed his lady...

...to come surging

into his place of business?

What would he have done, sir?

He'd have cut him a hickory, sir.

A hickory.

He'd have flailed

the living daylights out of her...

...and then helped put lard on her welts

and bought her a diamond brooch.

That's what he'd have done, sir,

and she'd have loved it.

Good evening, my boy.

Thank you, doctor. Good evening, sir.

- Evening, Mr. Preston.

- Hello, Cato. Is Miss Julie about?

She's up to her room, sir.

I'll tell her you're here.

Just rest yourself in there

with the folks.

Thanks, Uncle Cato.

- Evening.

- Pres, I'm so glad you've come.

I thought you...

Julie said you'd quarreled again.

It's time we all stopped

hanging on every word she says.

Most times,

she only half means them.

I was telling your aunt

the same thing. That girl...

She just had a little fuss with Pres.

That's all, isn't it, Pres?

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