Darling Page #7

if we could live here.

I could do without sex.

Don't really like it that much.

I could just feel...

complete.

Mal, let's buy this place. It can't cost much.

It'd be marvelous.

I want it more than anything

in the whole world.

Happy, girl?

- Morning.

- Morning.

Traitor.

Why the harsh words?

Harsh word. One is sufficient.

Darling, really.

"Brother and sister, till death us do part."

I happened to be passing,

so I thought, "Why not drop in?"

Why not, indeed?

- I've been thinking about you a lot.

- That's nice.

- And what you said.

- Did I say something?

Yes, about Italy.

- How much you like it.

- I simply adore it.

Curzio is very taken with you, you know.

He's very young.

He recognizes a certain quality in you.

- I expect he'll get over it.

- I don't think so.

He was very much in favor

of my coming here.

As a matter of fact,

he persuaded me to come.

- Why? I'm afraid I don't understand.

- To propose to you.

But why couldn't he have proposed himself?

I mean, it's all ridiculously childish, but...

Curzio approved that

I should propose to you, since...

it is I who wishes to marry you.

I see.

There is no point

in not saying what is in one's heart.

No, really, Principe.

I'm staying here until tomorrow.

Will you think it over?

I thought about it all last night.

I hardly slept at all, Cesare, thinking.

I know I can't give up my life.

You understand?

If you ever change your mind,

I shall not have changed mine.

I am very sorry I gave you a sleepless night.

I too had one. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Cesare.

Bye-bye, Principe.

When they bury

Walter Southgate tomorrow...

there will be buried with him something of

the regional tradition of English literature.

Nowadays it is London

which more and more devours the talents.

"London. That damn jam factory...

"boiling out the goodness from writers."

As Southgate once said to me.

A certain flinty integrity has gone.

Perhaps forever.

Good night.

And that's all from us for this week.

We'll be back with you again

with another program in a fortnight's time.

Till then, good night.

Ice?

Where did all the young flowers go?

Proceed. Amuse me.

I wondered if you knew Southgate had died.

Could I...

What's going on?

I think you'd better go.

Get out of here, will you!

Just get out of here!

I thought you'd gone, too.

You bastard.

You really are, aren't you? A bastard?

- Would you like some tea?

- Tea?

To calm you down.

You seem a bit hysterical.

I asked you to go. Why haven't you?

Because I've stayed.

- What is it?

- Nothing.

You're afraid of something?

I get the feeling you're afraid of something.

What's wrong?

Wrong?

Nothing.

I didn't ask you to leave Robert, you know.

You never asked me to do anything.

As long as you realize.

As long as you realize I just hate your guts.

As long as you realize Robert's the only one

I ever loved! As long as you realize that.

When you've finished...

as long as you're convinced,

you don't have to persuade me, my darling.

Are you afraid I'll kill myself?

Has that ever happened to you?

Who was she, Miles?

Put away your Penguin Freud, Diana.

- Who was she?

- And your crystal ball.

It's late.

Poor Miles.

You can't risk feeling anything, can you?

- I shall survive.

- Of course. As long as you remain impotent.

My impotence, my darling,

makes a pair with your virginity.

Impotent in every way, except in bed.

Don't underestimate me, my dear.

I can also be very effective on the phone.

I'll say good night.

Life's full of "if onlys," isn't it?

You know, if only, if only.

If only Robert had come half an hour later,

the whole thing might've been different.

I sort of felt it wasn't any good...

but I just had to go

and try and find him again.

I remember thinking,

"I bet he'll be at that funeral."

"The days of man are but as grass...

"for he flourishes as a flower of the field.

"For as soon as the wind goeth over it,

it is gone...

"and the place thereof

shall know it no more.

"We commend unto thine hands of mercy,

most merciful Father...

"the soul of this, our brother,

Walter Southgate departed.

"And we commit his body to the ground...

"earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

and dust to dust...

"in the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life...

"through our Lord Jesus Christ...

"who shall change the body

of our low estate...

"that it be like unto his glorious..."

- Miss Scott?

- Yes.

- Lesley Page, Union Standard.

- Yes.

- I didn't know you knew Walter Southgate.

- Yes.

- We were considerable friends, actually.

- When was this?

About two years ago.

He found out

how much I admired his work...

and, sweet man,

he invited me round to see him.

Which was your favorite book?

All of them.

As a matter of fact,

I may be filming one of his books in Paris.

Really?

Yes, I was talking to Raoul Maxim,

French film director.

Yes, Robert.

Who's Robert?

Who is that? Malcolm, is that you?

I rang to congratulate you.

I just read the paper about the film.

Who is that?

That is Diana Scott, isn't it?

Yes, it is. Will you tell me

who is speaking, please?

Please, who is that speaking?

Come on, now. We met at a party.

For God's sake! Who is it?

For Christ's sake, stop mucking around.

Tell me who's speaking.

I just felt I had absolutely no one to turn to.

No one to turn to.

Nothing to fall back on, you know.

Suddenly, there was someone who

understood, who really cared about me.

Didn't want anything out of me.

He was so terribly understanding,

Father Chapman.

Do you know him?

He's Monsignor Chapman now.

He's a terrible sweetie. Terribly human.

I suppose I've always believed in God.

There just has to be a God, doesn't there?

You know, somebody who understands.

Just has to be.

I really took it very seriously, you know.

I knew I couldn't go ahead

with my marriage...

unless I was really serious about it.

It isn't every day

that we have a new English princess.

But it happened last week

at the ancient home...

of the Prince Cesare de la Romita...

when our own Diana Scott

became the bride...

of this famous Italian prince

and bobsleigh enthusiast.

Everyone was there. Old family friends,

the people from the estate.

My goodness, how happy they were

to find themselves with a mistress again.

The Prince, who stems

from one of Italy's oldest families...

has been married before

and has seven children.

It isn't every princess who finds herself

the mother of seven on her wedding day.

Simple family meals are something

the Princess is determined to maintain.

She intends to supervise

all the family cooking...

and she is a regular and welcome visitor

to the kitchens.

The Princess has always loved country life.

She herself comes from Sussex.

And she and the Prince aim to spend

plenty of time in the open air.

The Princess hopes to be a friend

to all sorts and conditions of men...

not least, those less fortunate

and less gifted than herself.

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