Are you lost?
We missed the boat! [Glances cheerfully at Wilshaw] My fault.
It's a long way to walk, I'll give you a ride!
Well I don't know...
Your husband can come with me.
[Flustered] I'm not her husband! Good God!
The story begins on Lake Como, many years ago during the last fantastic summer before the war.
Returning to the lake has always seemed like coming home. Everyone is so friendly. Everyone is welcome. The Villa Barbianello basks all day long in the lakeside sun, which is hotter than usual for late April.
Oh yes, Lake is magical, for as we kissed, and I could swear that music played. Now the war's over, we've come back. To our relief, the villa is still here. Last night we drank champagne and we raised our glasses to Miss Beaumont. After all, it's thanks to her we are together. And she was magical, too. Our holidays are planned till the end of time. Every year we'll spend springtime in the mountains, and every summer, a month by the lake.