The Great Man's Lady Page #4

You have women

out West?

Oh, yes. Some.

Yes, but mostly

Indian squaws,

I presume.

Mostly.

Only the Indians

have them.

I've heard otherwise.

Well, don't let me

influence you.

Exactly. I thought so.

I suppose that you...

Rope them.

You what?

Rope them, Mr. Cadwallader,

and brand them with hot irons

and hang them

on forked sticks

over a hot fire.

Who?

Cows, Mr. Cadwallader.

Oh, I thought

we were talking

about women.

Women?

Why, if we had women

like you have back here,

we'd treat them like queens.

Mr. Hoyt, I'd ask you

to remain

for supper, only...

I understand.

Now, just

one thing more.

About the matter of risk.

I don't want you to go away

with the wrong impression.

A good safe risk

is another story.

We take risks

every day.

Why, right this very year

it's a fair risk

that we'll make

only 10% profit

instead of 12.

Exactly.

That's all right,

gentlemen.

I think you both

lost something.

My odds are all or nothing.

Good night.

I done

warned you,

honey lamb.

What?

About the books.

Appears like to me

you need

the whole library.

Oh, that.

It didn't hurt.

Then what you

standing up for, child?

Delilah.

Yes, honey?

Were you

ever engaged?

I ain't telling.

I mean, engaged,

it's not like

being married, is it?

Sakes, no, child.

Engaged is maybe.

And married is done done.

Then if a girl got married

she'd have to

let him kiss her?

Who kiss who?

What all this nonsense?

Mr. Cadwallader.

That little Cadwallader

been trying to fun around?

Oh, of course not, Delilah.

Then what for

you worrying?

You don't fool

Delilah none, honey.

Oh, Delilah,

I'm in love.

Foolishment.

Were you ever in love?

I ain't telling.

You're the

"ain't telling-est"

person.

Ain't telling

is ain't fooling.

You're just a child.

No, Delilah, not now.

I'm in love. I...

Fum-de-diddle.

Get in bed.

Good night,

sugar lamb.

Please go away.

In the morning.

For goodness sake.

I mean,

I'm going for good.

Oh!

But you'll wake everyone.

Father...

I warn you.

I'll wake the dead.

Are you mad?

Stark, staring mad.

I believe you are.

Then come down here.

Oh, I can't.

Then I'll come up there.

Oh, no, no.

Oh!

It's...

It's night.

Mmm-hmm.

It's

quiet.

Awfully quiet.

Uh-huh.

But it's...

It's public.

Awfully public.

Uh-huh.

Well...

Well, sir?

Well, then.

They say a full moon

makes people

do strange things.

Yeah, I guess so.

Like it's not me here,

not really.

I think we'd

better go back.

Do you

feel strange, too?

Uh-huh.

You're afraid

of something.

Uh-huh.

Of what?

I don't know.

Indians?

No, there aren't any.

I know, but pretend.

Pretend what?

That there are Indians.

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