Madonna of the Seven Moons Page #2

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- My dear Charles, how nice of you.

- She didn't sleep much, Doctor.

Overexcited, I expect,

with Miss Angela coming home.

Thank you, Tessa, I'll tell him.

I was in and out of her room a dozen times.

- I don't expect much is the matter.

- That's just where you're wrong.

- When I took in her coffee...

- All right, Tessa.

- How thoughtful of you.

- Flowers, often the best medicine.

You know, I believe you are

almost as fond of her as I am.

Fonder.

Come and tell her that. It will cheer her up.

- Wait. Have you heard from Angela?

- No, not yet.

Well, indirectly, I have. From Mrs Fiske.

That scatterbrain daughter of hers

dropped off at Cannes

- and left Angela to come on alone.

- Guiseppe!

Why, my dear!

- Charles, it isn't true?

- Why not? Good job too.

Millie Fiske is the last person

I'd want in a car.

- That means Angela is alone.

- Teach her to be independent.

- All this coddling is out of date.

- Of course it is.

Take her along with you, Charles.

I'll get some cocktails.

We'll drink to the return ofthe prodigal,

shall we?

I brought you these.

- You're very kind.

- You're very silly.

Jumping at shadows.

Looking for dangers where they don't exist.

I sometimes wonder what we get from religion

if it isn't faith.

Angela is little more than a child.

My dear, in England,

girls are used to going about alone.

From what Guiseppe tells me,

your daughter is more than capable.

You don't know the things that can happen.

Amul things.

What kind ofthings?

It's a mistake to expect Angela to behave

like a girl from a convent.

This is an unconventional age.

Whether we like it or not,

it's the age we're living in.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I hope that you and your daughter

are going to be friends.

And confidantes.

Not just to live together but to be together.

Oh, that bell. Keeps on ringing!

All right, Tessa, I'll take it.

Give the boy ten lire.

Ten lire! Just for ringing a bell?

- Here we are, news at last.

- From Angela?

Mm-hm. "Stopped night at Florence.

Arriving about six with Evelyn. "

- Evelyn?

- She's a new one on me.

You've no need to worry now.

She's found another girl to come with.

- What time was it handed in?

- 11.45.

- I could've walked in the time!

- Six o'clock. She ought to be here soon.

By Jove, Charles, you're right.

I think I'll put these flowers in her room.

This merits a long procession of quick ones.

Happy days.

Angela!

- Daddy!

- Angela, my dear.

Now go and kiss your mother.

It isn't possible. Nobody could be so lovely.

- Mummy, darling!

- I wouldn't have known you.

Oh, I adore the new house,

what I've seen of it.

Grand to be home. Did you hear

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