The Bride Wore Red Page #7

No, postman!

'Pardon me, I..'

I-I should have known better.

'Please, signorina.'

You may ask me a question

if you like.

Is the signorina in love?

No.

No, I'm not.

As long as I can remember

there's been a balustrade

between a terrace and a lawn.

I've always imagined

it was to keep those

on the terrace

from falling to the lawn.

Now I realized

it also keeps those

in the lawn

from rising to the terrace.

'Good evening, Giulio.'

Good evening, Signor Pal.

Goodnight, signorina.

Goodnight, postman.

Signorina Vivaldi.

You are the Signorina Vivaldi,

are you not?

Yes?

I've come to apologize to you.

To me? Why?

- The note.

- Oh.

Well, that.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- I didn't.

It was my very good friend,

the retired Admiral Monti.

He imagined

he knew you from somewhere.

From where?

'Oh, please

don't give it a thought.'

The admiral has

all the impetuousness

of a middle age man

with nothing to lose.

Tell him I accept his apology,

and thank you for bringing it.

Permit me.

Oh, I..

Again I apologize.

- I make a very poor waiter.

- Thank you.

I, uh, was also to ask you

to join us to have liqueur.

Thank you, no.

Please don't be angry.

We're really

very pleasant people.

But I don't know you.

I'm not accustomed to sitting

at strange tables on command.

My name is Rudolph Pal.

Counting this, I've apologized

to you three times.

Therefore, I must have

insulted you three times.

We must be

very old friends by now.

Well, at least

we know each other's names.

The peasant music again.

Oh, you'll get used to it.

Like the bullfrogs in the pond

in the back of the hotel.

After a while,

you don't even notice it.

But I want to notice it.

I like their music.

You'll like it at first.

They're, uh,

having a picnic tonight.

Soggy black bread and wet grass.

It smells of rain, and of earth.

It's still wet.

Well, it's fashionable,

I know, to think that

the simple and humble

things in life are best.

They're nothing of the kind.

In my opinion, most people

prefer sardines to caviar

simply because most people

have never tasted caviar.

I think you're right,

Signor Pal.

Everyone calls me Rudi.

The music has started

for dancing.

Please.

The infantry has succeeded

where the navy failed.

She is ours.

May I present Signorina Vivaldi?

'Contessa Di Meina,

Signorina Monti.'

- 'How do you do?'

- How do you do?

How do you do?

The, um, admiral, of course,

you know intimately.

My memory's terribly poor.

Forgive me, admiral.

Why should you remember

an old duffer like me?

And how wonderfully well

you're looking.

I'm feeling much better,

thank you.

I'm completely cured.

Completely cured?

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