Monte Carlo Page #3

That's good.

And tomorrow they promised us | the other five rooms.

We will have the entire floor.

That's very good.

"Dear Countess, please pardon me | for sending these flowers so late...

But I had to get | the little flower girl out of bed first."

Such impudence!

- Good night. | - Good night, Countess.

Hello?

Can't you go to sleep either, Countess?

# Pardon me, madame, if I #

# Seem a trifle bold #

# But my little story #

# Must be told #

#You are very rude #

#Who you are I do not know #

# But no true gentleman #

#Would annoy a lady so #

# Give me a moment, please #

#A moment, please #

# One word, one smile #

# One thrill #

# Fill me with ecstasy #

#And speak to me #

#You should, you must #

#You will #

# I never knew #

#That one like you #

# Could bring me to #

# My knees #

# Lift me #

#And let me rise #

#To paradise #

# For just a moment #

# Please #

# Give me a moment, please #

#A moment, please #

# One word, one smile #

# One thrill #

# Fill me with ecstasy #

#And speak to me #

#You should, you must #

# You will #

# I never knew #

#That one like you #

# Could bring me #

#To my knees #

# Lift me and let me rise #

#To paradise ##

I tell you, she doesn't | even know you're alive.

Certainly she does. | I've written her every day this week.

Yes, and nothing doing.

I don't understand it. | I've tried everything.

No one could be fresher than I was. | I don't know what to do next.

# Give me a moment, please #

#A moment, please #

#A word, a smile, a -##

You, uh -You know this lady too?

Do I know her?

She's, uh, the Countess Mara, | isn't she?

Quite right. Countess Mara. | Lives at the Palace Hotel.

Third floor. Rooms 300-325.

Entrance. 306.

- Where do you live, may I ask? | - At the Palace Hotel, of course.

Uh, formerly I lived | at the Grand Hotel...

But she insisted | that I move to the Palace.

Well, you know what one will do | to please a woman.

Especially when she's so beautiful.

Beautiful? | That hardly describes her.

You have no idea how she looks. How could | you tell, just seeing her on the street?

Of course.

How does a woman look in the morning? | That's the time to tell.

You should see her | in her negligee.

Her neck and her shoulders -

And that lovely blonde hair.

But there's only one drawback- | she has no money.

- What do you mean? | - She has no money at all.

Well, one can't live on fresh air.

You've said enough! | Do you know what you are?

Oh, no, I'm not, I assure you. | For pity's sake, speak low.

I'll do whatever you want. | Only be quiet. Otherwise, I'll lose my position.

Your position? | Who are you?

I'm a hairdresser. | The personal hairdresser of Countess Mara.

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