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- And if you hate them?

- Don't be obvious, Henry.

He was the only one of the whole tribe

who was polite to me

during my entire visit.

I like him, Henry.

He's like a big, affectionate,

blundering Newfoundland dog.

I'd like to see him grow up.

- How big is he now?

- Oh, about 6'2".

John, my dear, I'm so glad to see you.

It's swell to see you, Aunt Minnie.

- Here he is, Henry, here is my...

- Newfoundland dog?

I was telling him about you, John.

This is Lord Henry Delves,

a really grand person.

And this is Stephanie, my able assistant

whom I couldn't do without.

Well, young man, I think your aunt

should be very much complimented.

When I was in Paris at your age,

I didn't spend my time visiting my aunts.

Maybe you didn't

have any aunts like Aunt Minnie.

Very prettily said, John.

There aren't any like your aunt Minnie.

Well, goodbye, young man,

I'm off to catch a train,

but in a fortnight I'll be back.

And then, as I understand is the custom

in your country,

we'll go places and do something.

Goodbye, Minnie,

miss me just a little, won't you?

A very great deal, my dear.

Nice old duck, isn't he?

Oh, he isn't so terribly old.

Oh, I didn't mean in years, Aunt Minnie.

I meant I like him.

Do you?

Then you're a good judge of men.

Now, tell me about this young lady

you wrote me about. What was her name?

Sophie. She's given me the air.

What?

We had a row.

Oh, I thought she'd given you an heir.

She must be very stupid.

Oh, no, she's brilliant, really.

She speaks German and French

and everything.

Here's her picture.

It isn't very good of her, though.

She has her points.

I take it you're smarting

over this air she has given you.

Well, I'm still in love with her.

But she says I'm just a hick.

- A what?

- A farmer.

I've got hay in my hair.

I can't talk on any subject,

- I can't dance, I can't even dress myself.

- Ridiculous.

And I don't know anything

about women's clothes,

and when I have to order dinner

it's always meat, potatoes and pie.

Oh, she says that, does she?

Well, we'll show her she's wrong.

Gosh, John's been in there a long while.

Oh, why didn't we go to a hotel first?

Man, I'm hungry.

Come on, Mac, give him the call.

That's my gang.

- I came over with a band.

- A band of what?

An orchestra.

They're the Wabash Indianians,

hired for a job in Paris

and fired through a misunderstanding.

Now they're looking for an engagement.

They're a swell bunch.

They do that rather prettily.

Madame, Scharwenka wants to see you.

She doesn't like her tissue.

She doesn't like the model,

she doesn't like the fit,

and she doesn't like the price.

Oh, you mean she doesn't like it.

Yes, madame, what will you do about it?

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