Reunion in France Page #4

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at the Spanish border.

Where did you run to?

Where did anyone run to?

You just ran, that's all.

It was easier to get away

from the Nazis than from the French.

Some of them were worse

than the Germans.

Spying on their friends...

...selling them for a passport,

a favor, even a meal...

...anything but fight as Frenchmen.

What's happened to us, Robert?

What's become of France?

Visitors?

A very important business conference,

two of my colleagues.

A business conference.

Almost as if nothing had happened since.

Everything about you

is as if nothing had happened.

I've been very lucky.

Yes?

- The gentlemen are here.

- Tell them I'll be just a moment.

They asked me to say

they were pressed for time.

- I'll be there directly, tell them.

- Yes, monsieur.

Yes, I've been very lucky.

Do you have any money at all?

Nothing. Only my ring.

That won't come off. It's part of me.

It runs from my hand to my heart.

From your heart to mine.

Don't be too long with your business.

I'll arrange for you to stay at the Atlanta.

We're dining there tonight.

- The Atlanta?

- Yes.

Food, a hot bath and a nap,

and try to be ready at 8.

I will.

Until then, remember that you're home,

that you're safe, and that I love you.

Tell them to me again, to make sure.

Just remember that I love you.

Three months ago, this gown

was six months ahead of the fashion.

You're still three to the good.

You look beautiful.

Isn't that the march

from the Meistersinger?

All Wagner sounds alike to me.

But that's Hitler's favorite.

What did you expect, the Marseillaise?

Our host at last.

The dinner hour is so uncertain in Paris.

Eating in general is uncertain

in all of France.

Michele, may I present

Herr Ulrich Windler.

Herr Windler is the head

of the Secret State Police in Paris.

- Vulgarly called the Gestapo.

- How do you do?

Michele de la Becque, my fiance.

Well. Where has he kept you hidden,

mademoiselle?

Michele has just arrived in Paris

from the south of France.

Wonderful. I had counted

on spending the winter there.

Instead of which, I shall have

to endure the London fog.

- Do you expect to be in London soon?

- Very soon.

Oh, there's General Schroeder.

Bear with Herr Windler's company

while I arrange for your rooms.

Must you go now? Won't later do?

I'll be back before you miss me.

I'm sure Herr Windler will have you meet

only the right people.

- Monsieur Cortot.

- Good evening.

- Hello, Robert.

- Hello, how are you?

- Herr Cortot.

- Robert.

We're all very fond of your fianc.

Yes, so I see.

The general staff in particular regard him

as a man of rare talent.

As for me, I admire his taste.

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