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It would make our mutual friend Buckler

very happy if, er...

- if you would dine with me.

- I'm engaged.

Oh. Well, then, don't bother any more.

I'll have a couple of boiled eggs,

a detective story, and go to bed.

Madame. Have you ever been

at the mercy of loneliness?

Have you ever been a stranger

in a strange city?

- Often.

- What did you do?

I cried.

Well, that's what I shall do.

Caf Danube. Nine o'clock.

Eight-thirty.

Nine o'clock.

But, Your Highness...

Oh, by the way, I'm not the Grand Duchess.

What?

Quarter to nine.

Mr Halton.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- You are the Grand Duchess Anna.

- Yes.

Captain Buckler described you so accurately

I would have known you anywhere.

Oh, thank you so much.

Captain Buckler. I imagine he wants me

to arrange something for you.

Who would you like to meet?

What would you like to do?

Er...

I'd like to see the Louvre museum.

- The what?

- Yes, the Louvre,

the Eiffel Tower,

oh, and most of all, Notre Dame.

Are you sure you're a friend

of Captain Buckler's?

Mm-hm.

Well, well, well.

Afraid I can't do anything for you.

Oh, yes, you can.

Tell me the name of the lady

who was here a moment ago.

Lady? I don't know.

- Was there a lady here?

- Come, come, you know there was.

Really, I don't know. I swear.

All right.

Goodbye, Your Highness.

Mr Halton.

Why do you want to know her name?

Because I'm dining with her

at a quarter to nine.

You are a friend of Captain Buckler's.

What a lovely song. What's the name of it?

It has no name.

I just made it up for you, madame.

- And for you, monsieur, thank you.

- Thank you.

You must have been

very successful with women.

What makes you say that?

Nobody could order such a delicious dinner

who wasn't.

Am I a success with you?

Tremendous.

- I wonder if I am.

- Why do you doubt it?

Because, here we are at the dessert

and we know nothing about each other.

You won't tell me your name

or even let me tell you mine.

Oh dear. Didn't we settle all that at the soup,

and again at the salad?

Why spoil such a

perfect evening with names?

I don't want to know your name.

Whatever it is, I know it wouldn't suit you.

Thank you.

I should hate to risk it.

Besides, I know all about you.

You do?

Providence gave you

grey eyes, brown hair...

a charming smile.

Great attraction.

Everything else is unimportant.

I'm content.

You're married?

Back to the soup and the salad.

Why be so curious?

Jealous.

Just terribly jealous.

I thought we were going to have

an amusing evening

but now it's become serious.

Desperately.

Who are you? I must know.

- Isn't it obvious?

- Not to me.

- We meet at the Grand Duchess's house.

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