Nelson:
Time is pressing, yes. (squeezing her) Wait, wait, I want to see you
again. It makes me feel good. Let's talk about any old thing. Tell me
a story.
Angelica:
What sort of story do you want me to tell you?
Nelson:
Well, tell me, tell me--you're cute, sweety--tell me a little story--
Angelica:
It's time that I should go--
Nelson: (still holding her by the arm)
Ho, I want you to tell me-- Ah, I love you with all my heart--tell me
a little love story.
Angelica:
You love me, and I'm obliged to you for that. Story's over.
Nelson:
Well, the story's over. Why did you tell me that story? Tell me
instead--
Townly: (separating them)
Oh, let her go. It really is important that her mother not see her
with us.
Nelson:
Go then. Go darling. Get ready to be my wife.
(Exit Angelica)
Townly:
Let's discuss a little how we are going to manage my wife. For that's
the difficulty in our little business.
Nelson:
What's the problem?
Townly:
Not really a problem, but--
Nelson:
Because it's not a problem for me--
Townly:
Do you have some expedient to--?
Nelson:
Sure, sure. Leave that to me. Tell me, what are you going to do?
Townly:
That's the problem, I tell you.
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