The Constant Nymph Page #3

They're charming little ladies.

-Ah, signore!

-Roberto, nice to see you!

Please, bring up these bags,

will you?

Oh, where is Toni?

-No, Tessie, you can't tell it.

-Of course, I can.

Lewis is part of this house.

Arent'you, Lewis?

What're you talking about?

Where's Toni?

Toni went to Zurich and

she wrote us a postcard.

She said she was staying with friends

only, we don't believe it.

Father's furious and says he'll

beat her when she gets back--

Wait, wait, one at a time.

You mean our mad little Toni...

...has become a "bad little Toni"?

Yes, and we think Fritz Bercovy

is at the bottom of it.

-We don't know, we're very upset.

-Who's Bercovy?

Fritz Bercovy, he's very rich,

he owns ten theatres now.

-Oh, little Fritz...

-It's very disturbing, Lewis!

-Yes, I know. She'll be back.

-We hope so...

-Oh, good morning, dear Lina!

-Madame Sanger.

Yes, sorry, Mme. Sanger.

-I've got a gift for you.

-A gift?

A beautiful and plump one.

It's waiting for you

on the patio.

-His name is Trigorin.

-Oh, Trigorin!

I know him from

Saint Petersburg. Trigorin!

She's driving Sanger mad.

I think he'd be glad...

-...if she left him.

-I don't know about that.

Children, please.

-Where do I sleep?

-In the loft.

Mr. Trigorin has

the guest room.

-Only if you'd take the other bed.

-With a flea trainer?

On the loft!

-May we help you--?

-No, darling, I'm sorry...

...but I'm dead.

I'm going to sleep.

Oh, if Sanger calls me, wake me...

(Thank you, darling.)

-...but gently.

-Yes, I will.

Here, let me do your hair.

Sanger said today that Lewis

was like the weather.

That if he never really cried,

he'd never be really great.

What do you think

could make him cry?

He must've been in love

and cried about that.

-He's never been in love.

-How do you know?

He may know

a lot of things but...

...he's never known real love

any more than we have.

-How do you know?

-I know.

There're things nobody has

to tell you about, you just know.

The way you moon over him is enough

to turn one's stomach.

I love Lewis, he's mine.

Do you think he knows about it?

I don't think he knows now, but...

...one day, he'll look at me

and he'll say:

"Darling, darling Tessa..."

And everything'll be all right.

-And you'll faint.

-Into his arms, probably.

And he'll be very glad because

he needs someone like me.

-Will you keep house for him?

-Of course I will.

Nobody on earth could be

more untidy than you.

Yes, except Lewis, so,

it'll be all right.

Shall you be engaged

or just married?

I'll be his very own wife and

love him as long as I live.

-Look, Tess, Toni!

-Where?

-Come on!

-Toni's back!

Toni!

Toni!

Toni!

Where did you get that hat?

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