:24:01
till I saw she was not alone.
:24:05
But I waited.
I wanted to see who he was.
:24:15
It was Jacoby, who had recently
painted her portrait.
:24:19
I never liked the man.
:24:21
He was so obviously conscious oflooking
more like an athlete than an artist.
:24:26
I sat up the rest of the night
writing a column about him.
:24:29
I demolished his affectations...
:24:31
exposed his camouflaged
imitations ofbetter painters...
:24:34
ridiculed his theories.
:24:37
I did it for her,
knowing Jacoby was unworthy ofher.
:24:41
It was a masterpiece
because it was a labor oflove.
:24:45
Naturally, she could never
regard him seriously again.
:24:49
There were others,
of course...
:24:52
but her own discrimination
ruled them out...
:24:54
before it became necessary
for me to intercede...
:24:59
until one night at a party
at Ann Treadwell's.
:25:02
It was one ofher usual roundups
ofbizarre and nondescript characters...
:25:06
- corralled from every stratum of society.
- How are you this evening?
:25:09
This is Mr. and Mrs. Preston.
They've been waiting to meet you.
:25:11
How do you do?
:25:16
- Hello, Shelby.
- Excuse me, honey.
:25:23
You're Laura Hunt.
:25:25
- Yes?
- Hello. I'm Shelby Carpenter.
:25:29
- Want to dance?
- I'm not alone.
:25:34
Oh, him? I'll bet
he's still doing the polka.
:25:37
Excuse me, please. Yes.
:25:39
Betsy Ross taught it to me.
:25:41
- Hello, Waldo. Darling, how are you?
- Hello, darling.
:25:44
- I see you've met Shelby.
- Hello, Ann.
:25:46
- Unavoidably.
- He was awfully nice to me in Louisville at the Derby.
:25:48
His family's from Kentucky.
:25:51
Sharecroppers, no doubt.
:25:58
Louise. Louise, for the last time,
will you marry me?