You Were Never Lovelier Page #4

and see what happens.

I'll use my left hand

to disguise my writing. Clever?

You think you have the answer

for everything.

What if she falls in love

with your imaginary lover?

Don't worry. If the orchids

and notes intrigue her...

...l'll furnish the young man myself.

She'll never know the difference.

Dearly beloved...

Eduardo, I'm warning you.

- Papa! Hello, Aunt Maria.

- Hello.

What are you doing here?

Must I have an invitation

to my own home for tea?

- Is that you, Eduardo?

- Yes, yes.

What on earth are you doing here?

You'd think my only privilege

in this house was paying the bills.

Aunt Maria, it's good to see you.

- Wasn't that the doorbell?

- Expecting somebody, Papa?

No, why should I be expecting

somebody? Sit down, Maria.

Thank you.

I'm really upset with your son, Maria...

...and with your daughter Julia,

Eduardo!

I went to the hotel

where they're honeymooning.

- What for? In the name of all...

- Don't speak when I'm interrupting.

To see if there was anything

I could do for them.

As if there would be.

I thought they'd want to discuss what

they intend to do on their honeymoon.

But they sent down word

they weren't in.

Perhaps they weren't, Delfina.

At the same time, they also sent down

for a bottle of champagne.

- I felt like...

- Wasn't that the doorbell?

Something's wrong with Papa.

He's always hearing bells.

Well, well, well! Orchids.

Shame on Tony.

He should save his money.

- How do you know they're not for me?

- Bring me the flowers, Cecy.

Why, there's a card inside.

Nobody ever sends me flowers.

After a woman gets married...

...her husband decides

she can't smell anymore.

Now, don't get that martyred look.

They're for Maria.

- For Maria?

- Why, they... They are for Maria.

Well, somebody's

just trying to be funny.

"Dearly beloved,

I send you orchids..."

- Let Maria read her own card.

- Go ahead, Mama.

It probably ends up with a joke.

"...because my heart is no longer mine,

now that I have seen you.

Be kind to these orchids.

It is not their fault that they can

never be as lovely as you."

Why, it brought tears to my eyes.

That note was written by a man

with a sensitive soul.

It sounded pretty silly to me.

A charming man sends you the most

beautiful note ever written...

...and you say it sounds silly?

"Your unknown suitor." And I don't

think much of his handwriting.

Well, perhaps he's left-handed.

How does this card strike you,

Aunt Maria?

If it had been sent to me

and I didn't know who'd written it...

...I should think it was pretty silly.

- Aunt Maria's right.

Whoever he is,

he'll have to do better than that.

Let me see the card, Maria, please.

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