Escape Me Never Page #5

your sweetheart?

She was until

you spoiled it.

Aw.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea you were

more than friends with her.

I shouldn't have laughed

a moment ago.

Why don't you just go to this Fenella

and knock some sense into her?

Being a woman, she'll

love you all the more.

She's gone.

Left Venice, you mean?

Yes.

Where did she go?

To the Dolomites

What will you do?

I'm going to find her and tell

her about you and Sebastian.

Bravo. That's the stuff.

And I'll go with you.

Oh, no, you won't.

You better not go alone. I know women.

She'll never believe

you. You need a witness.

The Dolomites, yes.

We'll take my concertina

and set out immediately.

We'll cross valleys, climb mountains,

sing for our supper

in every swank hotel until you find her.

What do you say?

But it's not the way to

do it. It's not dignified.

Digni...

Oh... if she had wanted

someone dignified,

she could have had

her pick of them at home.

But, no,

she took you because you

are the opposite sort of person

her parents

would have chosen for her.

Besides, think how pleased she'll

be to have you come after her.

That's what a woman

really wants-

to be needed, pursued,

made to feel that she's-

Oh, what do you know about it?

I need a holiday,

and the Dolomites are just the place for it.

Stop grumbling. It's all settled.

Very well. Come along if you've

got the money for your train fare.

Train fare? What do

we need train fare for?

We're going a piedi, on

foot, shanks' mare.

What's the matter with

you? Can't you walk?

Are you a cripple?

All right.

Good.

Yes, it'll be wonderful.

We'll eat wild

strawberries with our lunch

and sit under the pine

trees when we are tired

and pick edelweiss

and alpenrosen.

But you're not coming.

Well, what I mean is

somebody's got to stay here

and take care of Piccolo.

After all,

this jaunt of ours might be

nothing but, well,

a wild goose chase.

You can't haul

a little baby.

Don't you think?

Caryl, what time is it?

Oh, that's the watch father

gave you, isn't it?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

Gold, too, eh?

Oh, no, you don't.

It's the last valuable

thing I own, and I won't part with it.

What? Do you mean to tell me

that you'd allow a miserable gold watch

to stand between you and Fenella?

Come on, we're going to need

a little dinero, aren't we?

I'll pawn it first thing in the morning,

and in return,

I shall bring you together with Fenella.

You shall be wed and go to live

in a little green-shuttered house.

Of course, there's a hitch.

You'll have to make

a living for her.

I'll expect to.

Don't worry. She'll expect you to.

Every morning you

leave the little house,

you'll have an attach case

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