Tonight or Never Page #4

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it is a very great honor.

But I have some trades-people

waiting for me in the pantry.

So under the circumstances Madame,

I feel sure you realize they're waiting.

Thank you, but they are waiting

Madame. Thank you.

Let's get to the first act.

Alright Rudig dear, you give me

my entrance. Get me in the mood.

Madame!

What is it now?

Oh Madame, he is passing in front again.

Well close the window, and

don't disturb me every minute.

Yes, Madame.

That's what I'd call

a persistent gigolo.

It must be your jewels .. oh by the way.

Do you know he's living at the

Hotel Regent with the Marchesa?

They occupy the same apartment.

And she's still supposed to be his aunt.

Ha ha.

Oh come on now, I have to sing tomorrow.

Alright.

But this time .. with

soul, with feeling.

Why, I can't, I can't.

Do you know what that scene means?

It means that my lover is

waiting for me. For me!

It means that we're going

to a villa .. we two all alone.

The moon is out, the stars are shining.

And the whole night smells of flowers.

And we're thrilled to our very souls.

Yes ..

It's an exquisite vision of love.

Yes .. but no-one ever

carries me off to a villa.

No-one ever makes love to me by moonlight

when the whole world smells of flowers.

I'm never in love with anyone. I don't

know of thrills, how can I convey them?

Nothing ever happens to me!

Why, I'm the only woman in the theater

to whom nothing ever happens!

I might just as well be dead as alive.

I think I'll get myself a gigolo ..

You have his Excellency to console you.

If you think ..

That Alfred Von Gronac is any

consolation, you are mistaken.

Do you really believe he's taught me the

depths of passion and the heights of love?

Well, of course I can hardly

be a judge of that.

But his Excellency is a man of the

world. He has seen everything.

That's just it! He's seen too much!

What dress shall I lay out, Madame?

Oh anything.

Something old, black and dreary.

Yes, Madame.

What's the matter?

Oh .. nothing.

What's in that newspaper? Give it to me.

Don't read it dear, don't read it.

Hmm Linden .. Linden goes to Berlin.

Yes, Maida Linden, now mezzo

soprano goes to Berlin.

But how? Why?

She will sing there, she says.

In the hope of being heard by Fletcher,

the American impresario I told you about.

So she can't wait for

Fletcher to come here.

She can't go to Berlin. She's

singing with us next week.

I believe she has been

granted a holiday.

A holiday? Linden? .. What for?

His Excellency .. as a personal favor.

Rudig .. you've tormented me

enough for one afternoon.

You with your silly old gossip.

And now you're going much too far.

Very well, very well, if

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