Death Takes a Holiday Page #4

But seriously,

I feel somehow personally

responsible.

As if you'd neglected something. Exactly!

Well, it just wasn't time

for the Old Man to take him.

I beg your pardon,

"the Old Man"?

Oh! Oh, yes,

the Old Man!

I can assure you that if the Old

Man were always so neglectful,

there would be serious

overcrowding.

I think that's a possibility most

of us would be willing to risk.

Then, there's this situation

on the Algerian front.

Big night attack planned,

then nothing functions.

Something wrong

with the powder.

Don't worry,

my friend.

Your sacred privilege

of blowing each other to bits...

is quite safe.

Good morning, good morning.

Ah, the mother of the

beautiful Grazia! Good morning.

- Maria feels they must go home.

- Some of your guests are leaving?

Th-Th-The Princess and Grazia were

only here for the night, Your Highness.

Uh, Maria, won't you consider

remaining a little longer?

We shall miss you, you know. I'm sorry.

No. No we shall.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

I'm to go home at once,

it seems. I am sorry.

You're not to be here

long? Three days, in all.

Coming, darling?

Yes, Corrado.

Good-bye, Your

Highness. Good-bye.

I'm afraid

I'm sorry to go.

It has been

a great pleasure.

Come, dear. The car's waiting. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Grazia.

Your Highness,

they were not house guests.

They were only here last night because...

because Grazia had been very frightened.

Ah, yes...

in the garden.

Yes.

She is so young.

And so lovely.

It is well for you, my friend,

that she went reluctantly.

Your Highness, you forbid me

to tell them who you are.

My control is not absolute! It

is unimportant. She will return.

Prince Sirki, it's such a gorgeous

day. How shall we spend it?

Is that what one does

with a day... spend it?

Mmm. In my time, we merely filled

in the days. We spent the nights.

Ah, your days were glamorous,

Cesarea!

Five beautiful creatures

depended on me,

all at one time, for their pleasure...

and profit. Think of the fatigue!

Come on, we're going to see that your

three days are never to be forgotten.

No? Countess Alda,

are you not coming?

Oh, yes, I'm still in the party. Mm-hmm.

I suggest we go to the

Villa Surbolonie for lunch.

No, then we'll miss

the yacht races.

Oh, my!

I can't believe it!

It's a miracle

they weren't all killed!

I know I saw that horse

step on him.

Perhaps it, uh... it just was not

time for the Old Man to take him, hmm?

Positively, you must

come over and watch him!

He's doubled

seven times on the six.

If he's right once more

he'll own the place!

Six!

But you shouldn't double

again. Shouldn't I?

Oh, no.

You'll lose it all!

Shall I or not?

Yes, play it.

I think the world's all yours

tonight, to do with as you choose.

Shall I? Yes, play it. Play it all!

Your Highness, I am very sorry, it's against

the rules of the house to double again.

Well, but you make it...

you make it necessary...

for me to take a great deal of

this... this metal away with me.

I'm sorry,

Your Highness.

Oh, thank you!

Thanks, Your Highness.

Giving it to me?

For me?

Me too!

All down.

He must be

very rich!

He's very exciting, but

we don't seem to be to him.

Out here is the night,

crowded with beauty...

and you herd inside in smoky rooms,

feverish over little games... why?

Why, one comes here to gamble,

and one gambles to win. Hmm.

It seems to me that men have not begun

to discover the magnificence of this life.

Will you tell me what in

the world you're looking for?

I came here looking for a game

to play... a game worth playing.

I have been among you

two days,

and what you do

with yourselves...

still seems so very

futile and empty.

There are only three games:

Money, love and war.

- Have you tried war?

- Plenty of it.

I could never make out what it

was they were fighting about.

It's usually

a flag, isn't it?

Or a barren piece of ground

that neither side wants.

Well, I suppose they... they fight to make

themselves heroic for someone they love.

Ah, so! It all comes down to one game.

One game... that's what it comes to. Hmm.

One never grows tired

of love.

Shall I tell you something,

Baron?

This last great game of yours,

this of which you never tire,

seems to me to be

the strangest, the saddest,

the emptiest of all.

Can it be that you're inexperienced

in such matters? Entirely.

Oh. You don't know

what you've missed.

One pair of lips will change

your mind for you someday.

Whose mind do you want

changed? I'm good at that. Hah!

I have found the Americans

a most engaging race. Yes?

They proceed with such disarming

directness toward what they want.

And right now, this American

wants to walk in the garden.

You'll excuse us?

Certainly.

I'm the last man in the world

to interfere with romance.

You know, uh, I have had

great pleasure...

in watching you these...

these two days. Thank you.

It is peculiarly refreshing

to me to be near someone...

who is so... so very fit,

huh?

Well, I do have that to

recommend me. I am healthy.

And I have known

so much of illness that I...

I take a singular interest in young

and budding life... in vigor, in bloom.

Oh, please don't stop.

In what key shall I go on? Say anything.

Uh, Miss Fenton,

what-what is love?

What does it

mean to you?

Why... why to find some

splendid man who loves you too.

Like myself, perhaps?

Yes.

And to live with him

the rest of your life.

Um, but if the rest

of one's life...

were only a few days

or a few hours,

would that be enough

to justify love?

What a morbid idea!

Morbid?

You know, I've noticed that about you.

You're inclined

to be a little...

Well, perhaps it's

the foreigner in you.

And, uh, you find

the trait distasteful.

Oh, no. I think

you're fascinating.

Uh, at any rate, I...

I have your answer.

Why, I don't remember

saying no.

I suppose what

I really meant is, uh,

that I am not

a marrying man.

Oh, is that all!

I don't care.

I don't care,

really, with you.

I don't care at all.

Hmm, it's interesting... very. What?

What such a suggestion

does to one.

This strange... almost the

beginning of an emotion...

which one feels. Did you bring

me out here to analyze me?

Yes, or to analyze

myself, perhaps.

But it is amazing how the pulses

stir at the mention of such subjects.

Even with me!

Yes!

I did not believe the baron, but this

promises to be really interesting.

So you've discussed it all

with the baron!

Oh, there is no doubt of it...

I have offended you! You have!

Forgive me.

Oh, easily.

If I'm not your type, well,

I'm just not your type!

The baron will

be disappointed.

His Eminence,

Cardinal de Valle.

Their Excellencies, the Ambassador

of Spain and Madame Monte.

Kind of Your Eminence to

come. I am glad to be with you.

Excellency.

Hello, Signor, Duchessa.

Mademoiselle,

vous etes ravissante.

Comme un reve.

Yes? Vos yeux sont tres brillants.

Well, I don't know just what that means in

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