Angel Page #7

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Well, at a party a few days ago,

your name was mentioned.

And the charm and glamour of your salon.

Oh, thank you very much.

I hope you won't be disappointed.

It's after five. You might find some

interesting people at the cocktail bar.

- No, I think not.

- Or a little roulette?

Or if you've no plans,

I might arrange a little dinner.

You're very kind, Your Highness.

But, you know, at this party I just referred to,

a certain young lady was mentioned...

and her description roused my curiosity.

I'd be glad to do anything I can to arrange an

introduction, if you give me the lady's name.

That's the difficulty.

Her name seems to be rather a mystery.

But I wonder if this might give you a clue.

The person describing her

referred to her... as Angel.

Angel? Angel, that's a strange name.

Rather charming. But I'm afraid...

Erm... look here, Your Highness. Is there any

way in which I might refresh your memory?

Really, I have an excellent memory, but

I don't seem to remember that name at all.

Perhaps this might help, Your Highness.

I would contribute generously

to any charitable institution you might name.

Oh. Well... l... er...

Or perhaps it would be better if the

contribution were placed at your disposal.

Oh, that's very kind of you. We always have

the needy with us, but unfortunately...

Come in.

Pardon me, Your Highness.

Your Aunt Sonya is here.

Always these interruptions!

- Well, she'll have to wait. I'm sorry.

- Yes.

Just a moment, Gregori.

Perhaps I'd better see her.

She's an elderly lady. Would you mind?

- I'll be back in a moment.

- Not at all.

- Hello, Frederick.

- Hello, Maria.

- Strange place to meet you, isn't it?

- Rather strange.

- May I ask what you are doing here?

- Curiosity.

The lady known as Angel

caught my imagination.

You mean you stayed in Paris? You

actually missed the conference in Geneva?

Merely to find out if Angel is a brunette.

Well, Frederick, that's marvellous.

I can hardly believe it.

You let all Europe wait

just to find out if a woman is a brunette.

Or a blonde.

As a matter of fact, she is a blonde. You

remember Mr Halton described the lady?

- Yes, he seemed rather uncomfortable.

- Shall I tell you why?

Before you came in,

he described her differently.

- Would you like to know what he said?

- Very much.

He said she had blonde hair, blue eyes,

my figure and a slight foreign accent.

Sounds like a description of you.

It does, doesn't it?

It annoyed me that there should be

another woman who looks exactly like me.

It disturbed my vanity. You know how

women are. So I came here to find out.

Did you see her?

Oh, yes.

As a matter of fact, she's in the next room.

And does she look like you?

Exactly.

You were in Paris last Wednesday.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why didn't you ask me?

Did you ever ask me what I do

when you go to Geneva,

and you have your conferences,

your committees?

- Did you ever ask me anything?

- How many times have we been here?

- Are you interested?

- What life have you been leading?

- What kind of woman are you?

- Does it really worry you?

As much as Yugoslavia worries you?

How many times

have you been here before? Answer me.

Frederick, you're getting nervous.

To think that my wife, whom I trusted,

whom I was proud of,

to think you could come to a place like this...

Frederick, you're jealous.

Angel. You are Angel.

Now, why should I be Angel?

Why should I be so foolish?

Why should I do such a thing?

Don't I have a lovely home,

a celebrated husband, the best servants,

every comfort, social position?

Is there anything more a woman could ask?

Why should I be Angel?

What reason could I have?

Perhaps you can think of one.

Frederick?

Now, Frederick, if you go into that room,

I'm afraid our marriage is over.

If you find Angel in there,

you'll be happy that I'm not Angel,

and you'll want to continue our old life.

That would not be satisfactory to me.

And if I don't find Angel?

In that case, you'll want to see

your lawyer as soon as possible.

On the other hand, if you don't go in at all,

you'll be a little uncertain,

you won't be quite so sure of yourself.

Or of me.

And that might be wonderful.

- Did you tell Mr Halton the lady was here?

- No, Your Highness.

He must have seen her come out of the taxi.

Who told you I came?

I understand Frederick's here.

He's in the other room. Or maybe he's gone.

I don't know. Anyway, it's all over.

Silly how upsetting a little thing like

saying goodbye to one's husband can be.

Silly, isn't it?

- Hello, Tony.

- Hello, Frederick.

You know the... that story you told me

about Angel interested me so much

that I couldn't resist coming here.

Well... Ive met her.

You see, Maria, in the last few moments,

I've thought more about our married life

than in all the years we've been together.

And all I know is...

the train to Vienna leaves at ten.

I... I don't know how you feel about... Vienna.

You've plenty of time to think it over.

Well...

I say goodbye to Angel.

And so must you, Maria,

if you decide to meet me at the station.

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