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Heaven help him.

- Music -

This is your first art class?

Yes, monsieur.

Monsieur, it is obvious you have no talent whatever.

Monsieur, I agree.

He agrees, he agrees.

Monsieur, have you ever been tied to a

ladder and dipped in the Seine?

No, monsieur.

The Seine is a very wet river.

Very wet.

I'm sure it is.

Are you prepared to be tied to a ladder and dipped

into it?

If there's no alternative.

Is there alternative?

If you have one, monsieur, submit it.

I submit that I invite my fellow

students to a round of rum punch.

Accepted.

(Laughter)

(Cheering)

To Billy.

To his undying genius.

To his pocketbook.

(Cheering)

Well, my boy, do you consider yourself

well and truly successtully christened?

Well, you are one of us now, huh? Vive la Boheme.

Vive la Boheme.

May you grow to be so famous and

prosperous that one day I will be able to

say ah, poor Trilby remembers him when he

wasn't too proud to cling a glass with her.

But you'll have forgotten me then.

Never.

Of course you will. Trilby, you'll say. Trilby?

Oh, yes, I do recall a model by that name.

She came to a bad end, I believe.

(Laughing)

Oh, yes, people like me always come to a bad end.

Trilby, have you christened our initiate?

Not yet. I haven't even had time to drink his health.

Christen. Christen him now.

Right. I declare that from nowon, you are accepted

as a great artist and a brother at arms.

Ah. (Laughter)

Return the courtesy, monsieur.

Go on. What are you waiting for, old age to set in?

(Laughter)

Kiss her properly.

Or we'll throw you in the Seine.

Into the river, splash.

I'm afraid it's a custom, you know.

Ah.

Trilby, a song.

Sing us a song, Trilby.

(Cheering)

- The bird sleeping gently, sweet Luna gleameth -

- bright, her rays tinge the forest, and all... -

I don't know whether it's just that

I'm getting used to it, but it doesn't sound as

bad as it did the first time.

It's just you're getting used to it.

- The bird sleeping gently, sweet Luna -

- gleameth bright, her rays tinge the forest, -

- and all seems glad tonight. -

- Music -

Good day.

Good day.

What is the matter? Have you been crying?

No. Just one of my headaches.

Shall I cure it for you?

You can't. They always last all day.

I can cure it.

Come with me.

I wish to use your studio.

Mademoiselle Trilby has the headache.

I will take it away.

Certainly. Come in, Trilby.

Thank you.

Anything I can do to help?

Yes.

Keep silent.

Sit here.

Gecko, a cushion.

The pain is bad, hmm?

Yes.

It is here?

Uh-huh.

Do not take your eyes away from mine.

Now you are going to go to sleep, Trilby.

When you wake, the pain will be gone.

Sleep.

Come here.

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