紅衫淚痕

Julie Marsden: Would you like to see my new dress? Preston Dillard: That's what I wanted to do all day! Julie Marsden: Well, let me go. There it is. Preston Dillard: For the Olympus Ball? Julie Marsden: Isn't it lovely? Preston Dillard: Julie, it's red! Julie Marsden: It's gorgeously red! Preston Dillard: You can't wear red to the Olympus Ball! Julie Marsden: Why not? Preston Dillard: You never saw an unmarried girl in anything but white! Julie Marsden: Well, you're going to see one tomorrow night. Preston Dillard: Julie, you can't be serious! Julie Marsden: Are you afraid someone will take me for one of those girls from Gallatin Street? Preston Dillard: Julie! Julie Marsden: Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot: I'm a child. I'm not supposed to know about things like Gallatin Street. I'm just supposed to flutter around in white. Preston Dillard: You're supposed to know better than to scandalize the whole town! Julie Marsden: It might be bad for the bank. Of course! Will you please hold another directors' meeting and ask them to decide what I can wear? Preston Dillard: Julie, for heaven's sake! Will you be reasonable? Julie Marsden: Were you reasonable this afternoon? Preston Dillard: So, that's it! You're just nursing a spite. Well, I'm not going to let you. You've made your point. For once, you're going to do as I say. I'm calling for you tomorrow night at ten, and you're going to be dressed properly for the ball, in white! Julie Marsden: Am I? Oh, but, of course, Preston. If you say so. Preston Dillard: Don't be absurd! Your own good sense will say so! Julie Marsden: And if it doesn't? Preston Dillard: Then, my sweet, you and I will sit at home quietly with our embroidery. Preston Dillard: Good night. Tomorrow night at ten.