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"A Woman of Paris'7 179
"I haven't been to bed yet!" This earns a playful spank from Marie.
"The business office of Pierre" turns out to be his bedroom. He watches ticker tape unwinding at his bedside while his secretary stands near. Soon tiring of this "work," he picks up a magazine where he sees an announcement of his engagement to a woman of social prominence. "The wedding will unite large fortunes." The secretary leans over, "Won't this complicate matters?" — "What do you mean?" — "The other lady — does she know?" — "Let's call her up." — "Who?" — "The other lady." . . . Marie answers the telephone. "Hello, Marie dear, shall I see you tonight?" "Why, of course." Pierre turns slyly to his secretary. "She doesn't know yet."
Paulette, another friend of Marie's, enters. The women kiss. Aside, Paulette shows Fifi the magazine. "Has Marie seen this?" Paulette doesn't know. When Marie asks what's up Paulette shows her the magazine. Marie glances at it casually and laughs it off — lights a cigarette to cover her emotion — tosses the magazine aside — picks it up again and shrugs, "Well, such is life." The girls assure her everything will be all right. After they leave, Marie snatches up the magazine, studies it in obvious agitation.
In the evening Pierre calls to take Marie to dinner. Among other familiarities he gets one of his handkerchiefs from Marie's bureau drawer. When Marie enters, he plants a "husbandly" kiss, takes a drink, and offers her some. She refuses, "It's no use, Pierre, I can't go out tonight." Is she depressed? Then he sees the magazine. "You're not worried about that? It will make no difference." She is angry. "How can you talk like that — as if I had no feelings at all," and starts to weep. He leaves her, saying, "I'll see you tomorrow when you are in a better mood."
That evening, at a party in the Latin Quarter, Pierre, reclining on a chaise longue, telephones Marie. He tells