Limelight Page #14

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I think I'll stand up|under the punishment.

However, my congratulations.|Tonight you were wonderful.

That's what they call|the old army game.

Neville, they tell me|the army's caught up with you.

You've joined the army?

On the contrary, the army joined me.|I was drafted.

That's awful!

I agree.|It's carrying the war too far.

However, there's the possibility|of joining up here.

Would you like to dance?

I appeal to your patriotism.|You can't refuse a soldier.

Governor, I remember|when you played Widow Twankey

at the Theatre Royal,|Birmingham, in 1890...

Go easy there laddie, go easy.

Let's have a drink.

Calvero, old boy,|how's the world treating you?

Rather aggressively at the moment.

You don't know me.

The fact is most gratifying.

Is that supposed to be funny?

My man, you will never know.|Have a little drink.

Only have it|at the other end of the bar.

Pardon me, Miss Thereza is waiting|for you in the dress circle.

What is it?

Miss Thereza is waiting for you|in the dress circle.

Will you kindly tell her not to worry,|I've gone home to bed.

Very well, sir.

What's happened to Calvero?

He left word that he was tired|and had gone home to rest.

I must go at once. Say good night|to Mr. Postant for me.

I'll get you a cab.

I'll walk home.

He must be asleep, poor dear.|Too much excitement for him.

I'm beginning|to feel the strain myself.

Then I'll be going.

Shall we see you|before you leave for camp?

I leave this morning.

Good bye, Terry.

No, don't!

Say you love me, just a little.

Please!

I've tried to fight it, but I can't.

Please, it's useless.

You're as helpless as I am.|We love each other.

I never said I loved you.

Every look, gesture says it!

No, don't say that!

I know how devoted|you are to Calvero,

but marrying him isn't right.|It isn't fair to you.

You're young, just beginning life.

This devotion is idealistic.|Your youth!

But it isn't love.

No, you're wrong.|I really love him.

You pity him.

It's more than pity.

It's something I've lived with,|grown to.

It's his soul, his sweetness,|his sadness...

Nothing will ever separate me|from that.

Good night, Terry.

Good bye.

Listen to this one:

"With ease, Thereza pirouetted|and flexed radiant authority.

"She was light,|quicksilver, efflorescing!

"A Diana spinning|wisps of beauty about her."

Very good.

Well, you've done it.

How's it feel to wake up famous?

That's right, have a good cry|and enjoy it. It only happens once.

Let's marry, soon.

If we could only get away.|That house in the country,

where we could have|peace and happiness.

Happiness.

The first time I've ever heard you|mention that word.

- I'm always happy with you.|- Are you?

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