Here Is My Heart Page #3

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This is a minus sign.

I know that.

I know that.

But you've

subtracted the plus

and you've added the minus.

Oh, you mean,

I should add the plus

and subtract the minus?

Well, they've been doing it

that way for years,

Your Highness.

Have they really?

Oh, yes.

Paul, you're uncanny.

Thank you, sir.

Not at all.

By the way, you're

not in the market for

a good car, I suppose?

Hmm, no,

I'm afraid not, sir.

Oh, too bad.

We could use some cash.

Really, sir?

Yeah.

Well, surely

the Princess...

Oh, she's just

as broke as I am.

We're down to

our last creditor.

Oh, you won't

tell the management?

Oh, no, sir.

I see.

Please go on.

In the past,

Your Highness has

been more than generous

to your exiled countrymen.

Your donation

last year was...

15,000 francs.

As you know, the need

this year is even greater.

Yes.

I know.

Put me down for 25,000.

Your Highness,

how can I ever thank you.

And now,

if you will excuse me?

Please, Your Highness.

Are you crazy?

Probably.

There's always been

a goofy streak in

our family.

Nicki!

Well, there has.

Wasn't it Uncle Philip

who lived for 20 years

under the impression

that he was

a chocolate souffl?

That's not true.

Oh!

It was vanilla.

But, really, Alexandra,

where are you going to

get this donation?

A few things

are still left.

I will sell them.

And when they are gone,

what will we do?

What did Soumatoff do?

What did Soumatoff do?

He shot himself.

Well, be that as it may,

I see certain

marked disadvantages.

Ah, food!

About this donation

of Alexandra's.

I suppose I could

contribute a little

out of the small amount

I earn.

What?

What?

You mean to say

you're working?

Oh,

I'm not exactly working.

You see, it's like this.

I buy

a car on credit and

sell it a little cheaper.

For cash.

It's really

quite profitable.

How did you ever get

such a wonderful idea?

Oh, I don't know.

It just came to me.

Why, Nicki,

you're uncanny.

Oh, thanks.

Nicki.

Yes, dear?

You can't do this.

Well, why not?

Business, Nicki?

Have you forgotten

who you are?

No, but I'd like to.

Nicki!

Pardon, Your Highness.

Yes, Suzette?

The manager is here.

Tell him we'll see him.

Yes, Your Highness.

Very good melon.

Yeah.

Good morning,

Your Highness.

Good morning.

Your Highness,

a most distressing

situation has arisen.

I should never

dream of bringing

up the subject myself,

but our hardhearted

proprietor...

Your bill.

I see.

I've tried my very best

to keep the amount as

low as possible,

but Your Highness

must remember that

aside from your apartment,

His Highness,

Prince Vladimir,

lives almost

exclusively on caviar.

Wrong way.

And His Highness,

Prince Nicholas,

drinks nothing

but vintage champagne.

Yes, by the way,

where is it?

Oh.

Hello. Hello.

What?

Our ex-manager,

he became disgustingly

drunk two days ago and

we had to discharge him.

Since then,

I understand

he's been trying

to collect money

in the name of the hotel.

Now, if you see him,

I hope you'll...

Yes, yes.

Thank you.

Believe me,

Your Highness,

I've tried my very best.

You drunken imposter!

Monsieur.

You imposter!

Oh, monsieur!

Please! Please!

Oh, please.

Oh, I meant to tell you.

Please don't annoy the

Princess with any bills.

Huh? But

you told me to...

I know, I know!

But I've found out

she hasn't got a dime.

And she's selling

everything she has

to help her

starving countrymen.

But what a madness.

Oh, but what a woman.

Waiter! Eggs!

Pardon me. Junior's eggs.

I think we have the

frame right this time,

Your Highness.

I hope so,

I hope so.

Yes, yes.

Excellent, really.

Thank you.

Pardon, Your Highness.

But I was told to

collect something

on account.

Yes. How much?

100 francs,

Your Highness.

Huh.

Just a moment.

Oh, Nicki.

Can you let me have

100 francs on account?

On account of what?

On account

I haven't got it.

I'm afraid I can't,

old fellow. I'm sorry.

You can

see for yourself

I'm down to my last...

Well, where did all

this money come from?

Thanks, old fellow.

Huh?

Merci, Your Highness.

Not at all.

Look!

I'm looking.

Vova!

Nicki.

Vova, who do you think

was in my bedroom?

I can't imagine.

Paul, the waiter.

He was stuffing money

into my purse.

But why?

You'd better ask him.

Oh, no, don't do that.

Why not?

Well, he might stop.

Do you know?

Why is he doing it?

Because he's in love

with Alexandra.

Oh.

What?

The waiter in love

with Alexandra?

Ridiculous.

What's this?

Now, my dear,

it's nothing. Really.

Is this the truth?

Now, don't let it

disturb you.

A waiter loves me.

No.

All men love you.

Don't be upset.

A waiter!

How charming!

Huh?

But, I didn't know

a waiter knew what

love was.

I didn't know a waiter

ever thought about anything.

I thought

a waiter was like a table.

I thought a waiter...

But how does a waiter

make love?

Oh, I wouldn't know,

dear.

What does he do?

What does he say?

Oh, well,

I shall find out.

Oh, will I!

Well, at last,

there is really

something to do.

Send for tea

right away in my room.

I shall receive my lover

in my room.

Suzette. Tea.

How thrilling!

I hope

he behaves

like a table.

I think of you

with every breath I take

And every breath

becomes a sigh

Not a sigh of despair

But a sign

that I care for you

I hear your name

with every breath I take

On every breeze

that wanders by

And your name is a song

I'll remember

the long years through

Even though I walk alone

You guide me

In the darkness

you light my way

And all the while

inside me

Love seems to say

Come in.

Tea is ready,

Your Highness.

Thank you.

Waiter!

Yes, Your Highness.

Wasn't there

someone singing

outside as you came in?

Oh, I'm sorry,

Your Highness,

I didn't think

you could hear me.

Oh, waiter!

Yes, Your Highness.

What was it?

I Think Of You With

Every Breath I Take.

What?

Oh, that's the

name of the song.

Oh.

How old are you?

Twenty-eight.

Twenty-eight.

Married, I suppose?

Oh, no, no, no.

No?

No.

Really? Well, is it

about time you were?

I mean, um...

Well, what do I mean?

Well, you mean,

I guess...

What do you mean?

I mean, Your Highness.

I guess I don't know

what I mean, except...

Well, it's surprising.

What is?

That you're a waiter

and can sing like that.

Well, a man's got to

earn a living, you know.

And you can't earn

your living by singing?

Well, I...

Oh, that's ridiculous.

You have a lovely voice.

Oh, you're just saying that.

Well, at least, delightful.

Thank you,

Your Highness.

And thank you

for the pleasure

of listening to it.

Thank you again,

Your Highness.

And thank you.

I'll stop if you will.

Okay.

But don't stop singing,

Paul, ever.

I really mean that.

I want to hear you

sing again.

When, Your Highness?

What time is it?

It's nearly 7:
00.

This evening,

after dinner.

That is,

unless you have

some other orders?

Well, if I have...

You'd let them wait?

I'd let them die.

You see,

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