“He is seated at a window near his desk, studying a letter while filing his nails. Intercom barks. FELIX, To intercom: My cousin? Yes, but didn’t he say this afternoon? Well, ask him in. . . . Wait. Tension as he studies the letter again. All right, but interrupt me in fifteen minutes; he can go on and on. You know these intellectuals.—Anything in the afternoon papers? The radio? And the Miami station? Good. . . . Listen, Isabelle . . . are you alone?—I want you to forget last night, agreed? Exactly, and we will, we’ll try again soon. I appreciate your understanding, my dear, you’re a fantastic girl . . . You can send in Mr. Schultz. In conflict he restudies the letter, then . . . Oh, fuck all intellectuals! He passionately, defiantly kisses the letter and stashes it in his inside pocket. Henri enters. Wears a cotton jacket and a tweed cap. Henri! Welcome home! Wonderful to see you; and you look so well! HENRI, solemn smile: Felix. FELIX, both hands smothering Henri’s:—I understoo...d you to say this afternoon.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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