The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle Page #6

Oh, Walter, I don't know about you.

Walter, goes with us

if it takes our last cent.

Sure.

You think I'll let you two go alone?

Gee, whiz.

Wait a minute, there's the theater.

- There's the theater.

- Hold it.

Turn around. Tell him to turn around.

Back there.

No, no.

Have him wait, Walter.

- No, that's too expensive.

- Whatever, our salary starts any minute.

Hello, Mr. Aubel.

How do you do?

Here we are.

I believe you telephoned our secretary.

Oui, Oui...

I am very sorry...

...but it is so.

- What?

But you told him we were late.

Emile?

No, no. We are late.

Nous, not vous.

- The play is late.

- Au revoir...

...we see you in six weeks.

Vernon, what are we going to do

in the meantime? We haven't any money.

- Wait a minute. Monsieur...

- No, no, let me.

I'm used to this. It's very simple.

Mr. Aubel, could we trouble you

for the usual advance on our salary?

You don't understand. I mean,

we're a little short of cash.

Mr. Aubel.

Please.

For you, madam.

Emile.

You will please sign... A formality.

Wait, this is for eight days'

salary instead of seven.

Interest, you know?

- Like a bank.

- Oh, yes.

- What, is this customary?

- I guess so.

Our country seems so strange to you.

You must not bother about business.

- You are young, and it is Paris, it is spring...

- Papa.

Au revoir, madame.

Zowie, you bad dog. We're so sorry.

I wait.

From now on, we walk.

- Pay him, Walter.

- Take Zowie to that fancy hotel and pack.

We're going to look for a flat.

Bye.

What?

To you.

Well, we got our health, we're young...

...we're in Paris,

we're on our honeymoon...

...what more do we want?

- Nothing.

Oh, look.

- Isn't that a darling Dutch cap?

- Well, we can afford that.

Oh, no.

No, we can't.

- But you want it.

- I told you, I don't want anything but you.

- Mr. Castle.

- Come on, let's hurry.

- Hurry up, hurry up.

- Come on, Zow, come on.

Hurry up, Zowie.

Come on, Zowie.

- Oh, did you hurt yourself?

- Zowie.

Hurry up, hurry up.

- I hope I got the key.

- Get in here, Zowie. Hurry up.

That's it, hurry up.

Mr. Castle.

Where is my money?

For eight weeks you have not paid.

- Where is my money?

- Quiet, if you please.

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Must we be subjected

to all this brawling?

Pardon, madame.

Let me explain.

But those young people...

I am hoarse from screaming for my rent.

You will have to scream for his rent,

too, if you don't mind your manners.

I've brought him a client...

...who can't stand noise.

- Maggie.

Quiet.

Such a quaint place, isn't it?

Veritable bit of Bohemia.

Really, Maggie,

these obscure geniuses of yours.

- I don't know if they're worth it or not.

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