Intermezzo: A Love Story Page #4

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as if you were an old friend.

I'm a friend, anyway.

But only a little while ago, I looked at you

from such a distance. And now...

You don't know how fantastic

it seems to me to be here.

Does it?

No. Don't drink any more of that stuff.

Waiter! Bring us some champagne.

- Champagne?

- Yes, champagne's what we need.

A couple of glasses of champagne...

and two strangers

have a rich and happy past.

You know, there comes a night each year...

when one senses

that winter is suddenly over.

Yes, that spring has come.

How I look forward to it

through the dreary months.

Look, there goes the winter now...

broken, rushing to the sea.

Don't you feel when spring comes

that the world is yours just for the asking?

That there's nothing that you couldn't be?

Tonight, I would dare anything.

Or, perhaps, it's only the champagne.

- Do you know what you remind me of?

- No. Tell me.

A Viennese waltz. Smiling but melancholy.

A melody of the days

when Vienna was a happy city.

How poetic you are.

At twilight, in the spring,

the music poured through the caf doors.

Melodies of carefree youth.

It was there I saw you for the first time.

Phantom of a Viennese waltz.

No, I was wrong.

It wasn't there at all that we first met.

It was in Budapest, on a summer's night.

They were playing the Rustle of Spring.

Yes, that was you.

You are far away.

What are you thinking of?

I'm listening to something.

- I don't know what.

- Spring, perhaps.

Yes, perhaps.

- Aren't you giving it too much importance?

- What do you mean?

You were going at it as if it were

the climax of a tremendous symphony.

You'll frighten my neighbors.

I wasn't conscious of it.

I'm thinking of going away.

Are you?

For long?

I have been invited

to visit relatives in Denmark.

- I can stay as long as I want.

- I see.

They won't divert you too much?

You'll be able to study still?

- Lf I like.

- Don't talk as if that weren't important.

You've applied for

that scholarship in Paris.

Yes, of course. If I get it,

I'll just go on straight to Paris.

I'll try to study by myself.

I shall miss your help, but...

You're running away from it all.

Perhaps it's best that way for both of you.

I've been watching Holger suffer, too.

I thought I was going straight to my goal...

thinking of nothing but my work.

- And now...

- Will this be our last lesson?

If you'll excuse me...

I think I ought to go and see Mrs. Brandt.

Certainly.

Certainly, do that.

You're waiting for me to say something

very wise and helpful at this point.

I'll say to you what I've always said

to myself when things seem too difficult:

Courage, my friend.

- Good morning, Miss Hoffman.

- Good morning, Emma.

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