Enchanted April Page #5

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Where else would you meet

such interesting people?

Oh, Mellersh, you really

are sweet.

Mellersh, you belong here.

This is the result of one week's

unbridled license, and it must stop.

Mr. Wilkins, I don't approve

of men smoking indoors.

I thought you wouldn't.

I'm looking for that

Lady Caroline girl.

Ah, a most agreeable guest.

Agreeable?

She's been letting the bills run

up in a most terrible fashion.

What has Lady Caroline

to do with the bills?

The housekeeping was left to her.

Lady Caroline housekeeping for

a party that includes my wife?

You render me speechless.

You do know she's the daughter

of Lord Dester...

the Lord Dester.

Ah! That accounts for it then.

The botch-up her father

made in his department

during the war was

a national scandal.

They never could actually

prove anything.

You ought to have told me you

were not doing the household bills.

I didn't know you thought I was.

What do you propose we do

for the rest of the time here?

Nothing.

Nothing. Uh. uh. Nothing!

Uh, ladies...

May I make a suggestion?

Why not allow a certain

amount per head,

and tell the cook from that sum she

must cater for you as well as ever.

It's easily reckoned out.

The charges of a modest

hotel perhaps... halved.

Well, that's very sensible,

Mr. Wilkins.

Oh, it is, but..

but what about the terrifying bills

or this last week?

Don't worry. I'll pay them.

It'll be my present to

San Salvatore,

and I don't want Lottie

worried in any way.

That is most generous of you.

Well, uh, if you wish

to waste

your money, I agree.

Good.

Well, we needn't bother

Lady Caroline any further.

- Oh, really.

- Mrs. Fisher,

do tell me about Ruskin.

I like him.

I didn't think I would,

but I do.

He doesn't hover.

He doesn't grab.

He fits in.

I shouldn't write.

He won't come.

"What do I want with a holiday?"

This place is making me soft,

and work is the only salvation.

You know I won't post it.

Domenico can do it.

Mellersh?

Thank you, my dear.

I've made up my mind.

I've decided to pay your expenses

for this holiday, as well as my own.

Your nest egg...

will not be touched.

Oh, Mellersh.

- How nice of you.

- Careful, careful.

Now, I realize how valuable

you are to me.

In my profession...

a man is always helped

by having

a clever and... attractive wife.

Lady Caroline thinks

you're attractive.

And so do I.

Do you think I'm attractive,

Mellersh?

Yes, I do.

One thing puzzles me, though.

Why weren't you attractive sooner?

I've been lucky.

All the advantages

I was born with,

and I've misused them.

Perhaps if Jack hadn't been killed.

No, no.

That's an excuse.

Thousands of women

lost men in the war.

I should count my blessings.

So why aren't I satisfied?

I have it all.

Why can't I hold onto it?

He'll have got your

letter by now.

I shouldn't have sent it.

Oh, no.

You'll get a message very

soon

saying he's on his way.

It works for you.

You have a gift for happiness.

Ahh, Mrs. Arbuthnot...

I was looking for you.

There's a telegram.

Rose?

Not bad news, I trust?

No, no.

On the contrary.

"I am passing on way to Rome.

Will pay my respects. "

And who is George Briggs?

The owner. It's his house.

He's coming this afternoon.

He's very nice.

Mr. Briggs.

Oh. We didn't expect

you so soon.

Yes, it really is extraordinary,

the likeness.

Oh, well, I hope I don't look

quite so solemn.

It isn't really so much like me.

Well, I can see deeper than

most. You're alike inside.

You and Lottie should

get on very well.

She sees inside people, too.

La Signora Fisher...

Who's Signora Fisher?

One of the four of us

who are sharing your house.

Four?

Well, my friend and I decided

we couldn't afford it on our own, so...

Oh, dear. If I had known.

Come on. I'll introduce

you to Mrs. Fisher.

No. Won't she keep?

Won't you show me around first?

- It's your house.

- Well, no, it's not.

Well, until Monday week.

Come on, you show me all your

views, and I'll show you mine.

Careful, now. Here.

Ah, there we are.

What?

Why are you laughing?

Well, it's like coming home.

Oh, but this is your home.

No. I mean like coming

home to a family.

I've never had a family, you see.

I'm an orphan.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no.

I hope you haven't

been one long. I...

no, I mean, well...

I don't know what I mean.

No. I... I was adopted.

Happily.

But I always missed...

having a family.

And there's something about you

that's exactly my idea of a family.

You're so...

warm.

Well, you wouldn't think so

if you saw my house in London.

There's nothing warm there.

Why,... not at all.

I'd believe any place you lived

in would be exactly like you.

You're not going to tell me

that San Salvatore is like me?

Well, of course.

I mean, you must admit

it's beautiful.

Here.

I've been thinking.

Isn't it better to feel young

somewhere

than old everywhere?

Time enough to feel old again

when we have to leave

this beautiful place.

Oh, good gracious.

Child,

Child.

Excuse me. Do you...

you remember me?

Yes, of course, Mr. Briggs.

Hello.

Yes, you must have some tea.

I'll get Francesca to make

some fresh.

Oh, well, No.

I'm sorry.

- I'm forgetting myself.

- Oh, it's very natural.

I... I'll go along

and ask Francesca.

Oh, no. No, don't you go.

Um, uh, Francesca,

ancora te, Francesca.

I was, uh, explaining,

Mrs. Wilkins,

that I'm just on my way

to Rome, and, um...

I thought I'd just look in and

make sure you were all comfortable.

And where are you staying,

Mr. Briggs?

At a hotel at Mezzago.

Well, no.

You must stay here.

It's your home.

You can have Kate Lumley's

room.

You wouldn't mind him

using it

for one night, would you,

Mrs. Fisher?

Kate Lumley isn't actually in it.

No, she isn't.

Uh, Kate Lumley is unfortunately

a very wide person,

and that's a very narrow room.

No. Kate might get into it,

but once in, she would

probably never get out.

So, you see, dear boy,

you must stay here.

Yes, you must.

Well, if you all agree,

I'd love to be a guest here,

especially with three such

lovely hostesses.

Uh, but there is a fourth,

isn't there?

Uh... yes.

You can ask her yourself,

Mr. Briggs.

Caroline, this is Mr. Briggs,

the owner.

We've invited him

to stay the night.

- Yes, if there's room and...

- Oh, Lord, another man.

Looks like a grabber.

Grab, grab, grab.

There's Kate Lumley's room.

She's not coming,

is she, Mrs. Fisher?

Well, not if I can help it.

Then I join in the invitation.

Well, thank you.

So we'll have another whole day to

explore San Salvatore, i f you'll let me.

I'd be delighted.

Good.

Could you give me some

of those cherries, my dear?

You'd better get your things,

Mr. Briggs.

Oh, yes... uh

Oh, we can easily

send Domenico.

Well, only if you're sure it wouldn't

be any trouble, Mrs. Arbuthnot.

Mr. Briggs...

Do tell Caroline

about the oleander tree.

Oh, well...

yes, um...

uh, yes, you see this, uh,

oleander just here.

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