That Night in Rio Page #2

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And this, another kiss

That we'll remember

Boa noite, lady fair

Soon I'll dream and you'll be there

Where I can hold you

in my arms again

So boa noite until then

Boa noite, night is through

- Soon I'll dream and when I do

- And when I do

I'll dream my way

into your arms again

So boa noite until

This is such a wonderful delight

The baron is in conference

And he can't be seen

Shh.

Tonight

Why, it's incredible.

You have very articulate eyes,

Cecilia.

Like your conscience, Manuel?

You must make some allowance

for the exaggerations of an artist.

- How much allowance?

- I leave that to your generous North American heart.

Oh, you're quite modest, Manuel.

As a matter of fact, I thought

the impersonation quite remarkable.

Hmm, I'm afraid

I should not have come.

I shall never get used

to thinking of myself as a Lothario.

If I hadn't seen it,

I wouldn't have believed it.

Pierre, perhaps a little game

of baccarat in the gaming room?

- Delighted, my dear Cecilia! You will excuse us, Baron?

- Of course, of course.

Gentlemen.

Baron Duarte, I trust Senhor Martin's

act did not offend you.

Oh, no, no, no. Not at all.

On the contrary, I enjoyed it immensely.

I should like to have the honor

of meeting the gentleman sometime.

Perhaps I could give him

a few suggestions.

Or perhaps he could give me some.

- Would you like to come backstage now?

- Why not?

If you'll excuse me,

I shall be back presently.

My dear Inez, how charming

to see you again after all these months.

- Baron Duarte?

- At your service.

- I didn't think you would remember me.

- Oh, remember you?

How could I forget?

Your... Your esprit, your joie de vivre.

The auburn waves of your hair.

But I was a brunette then.

Well, it must have been the moonlight

in your hair which deceived me.

We dined together on the terrace,

you remember, in Pernambuco.

- Oh, I recall every moment of it vividly. We had dinner.

- Yes?

If I seemed a little, eh,

shall we say, distraught...

it was because

I realized the futility...

of trying to express my feelings

for you in mere words.

- I must go now. Why don't you...

- Why, perhaps sometime you might do me the honor...

of making Rio as exciting

as Pernambuco, eh?

Pernambuco, eh?

- So you go there to fish, huh?

- But I...

Well, I think you-you...

Oh, Baron Duarte.

Pardon me.

L... I do not know what to say.

Please say that you forgive me.

- Forgive you? For what?

- For having upset you.

I thought you was Larry...

Senhor Martin.

Oh, how I envy Senhor Martin.

I wish I could arouse such violent

emotions in so beautiful a woman.

Mmm, I have heard about you, Baron.

You do not do so bad yourself, huh?

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