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Imagine that, a soldier who cries.
I had to hide my eyes, so the others on the train
That carried me away from you would think I was asleep.
(a piano sounds offstage)
That's Signora Fosca playing.
My cousin. I have no family and neither does she.
She is in such poor health, it's a continual worry.
That's her place setting, but she stays in her room most days.
Perhaps soon she'll be well enough to join us for a meal.
She eats like a sparrow.
(Torasso lets out an involuntary laugh, which is
immediately stopped by a cold stare from the Colonel)
My apologies, sir.
The comparison has struck me as funny. A sparrow seems
to eat more than Signora Fosca. A pity it is...
My cousin loves to read - it's her only passion, really.
I can't find enough books for her.
I also love reading. I've brought a few of my favorite books down.
Perhaps I could lend them to Signora Fosca, though I can't
promise they will appeal to her.
Young man, she's been driven to reading military handbooks.
I've no doubt she will welcome anything in print.
(Private Augenti enters and delivers a few
letters, one of which goes to Giorgio)
Hand it round Augenti.
Nothing for me again? It's been two weeks.
It smells to me as if Captain Bachetti has a letter from an admirer.
(Music under; the lights bump up. Clara reappears)