Night After Night Page #5

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the girl who found her first | dream of love in this house.

And I matched that man | of her dream against you.

I suppose I showed up | very badly. I don't know.

I didn't want to see you the | next day because I didn't know.

So I came here again | last night and tonight,

and I still don't know.

Jerry, I'm up against it. The dreams | of a young girl are hard to beat.

Oh, but I'm not young | any more, Dick.

I've changed just like | my house has.

Look at it.

It was such a lovely house.

Well,Jerry, what am I | to say to all this?

You thought I was rich, didn't | you? I didn't think about it.

I was. | A month ago I lost it.

And I realize | - I'm going to be cruel, Dick. Go ahead.

I realize if I still had it, | I wouldn't marry you.

My money keeps me | in the race?

Now, I suppose you'll decide | the race by walking out on me.

No. I suppose | I ought to...

but, no.

Well, see me tomorrow.

Yes, I'll know then... | tomorrow.

- [ didn't finish my drink.! | - Shut up! Get out of here!

Wait a minute. | Don't throw him out.

Why not? | He's lonesome.

Say, you goin' daffy? I said, | don't throw him out. Take him out.

Suppose he don't want to be | taken? Then, leave him here.

You really want to stay here, eh? Yes.

Well, good night. | Good night, Dick.

You're crazy if you don't think | we're crazy about each other.

Are you going | to sweep me off my feet?

You'll never know | what hit you.

Umm. Where am I? I'm swept! Oh, shut up.

You're not leaving, Mr. Bolton? Yes,Joe.

Yes, he's off | in search of a broom.

A broom?

Yes, he's going | to be a sweeper.

I'm afraid | I don't get you.

Good night,Joe. | Good night, Mr. Bolton.

Good night, Mrs. Bolton. | Good night, Mr. Healy.

I'm afraid I- | You got me guessin' again.

Oh, a little gaiety | is all it means, Mr. Anton.

It's the influence of your | charming inn. Sit down.

Even the wine seems | more like wine.

Magic spreads | its wings afar.

Magic!

Yeah, that's the word.

Magic!

That's the way I feel. | Huh?

Everything looks different,

new, brand-new, | and shiny-like.

Get me? | No. Why does it?

Oh, I don't know, | but it does.

Well,

aren't you going to introduce | me to your friend?

Miss Healy, Miss Dawn. | How do you do?

I don't think I've | seen you around before.

This is my third visit.

You don't waste much time, | do you? Wait a minute, Iris.

She's right. | I have stayed too long.

Will you see that I get my | check? It's all paid for.

Oh, Mr. Bolton, | of course. Good night.

I'll see you to a cab, Miss | Healy. Don't bother, Mr. Anton.

It's no trouble at all, | I'm sure. Good night.

Wait a minute, Iris. | Let me go!

Come on, be a good sport. I'm not | a good sport, I'm a tough loser.

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