Sceicco bianco, Lo

- Mr. Fernando Rivoli, please.
- Who?

I'm here to see Mr. Rivoli.
I must give him --

Fernando Rivoli never comes here.
- He only comes in for his salary.
- You'll have to wait until Saturday.

But I'm leaving tomorrow.
May I leave this here?
- Put it on the desk.

Good morning, ma'am.
Excuse me, dear.
Hold him.

- What's this?
- She has something for Mr. Rivoli.

- A fan...
- I wanted to give him --

and therefore a friend.
Take these to my office.
What's your name, dear?
- Passionate --

- What?
- Passionate Dolly.

How delightful!
I am Marilena Alba Vellardi.
''The Starry Abyss,'' ''Tortured Souls,''
''Hearts in the Storm.''

''Sin in Damask,''
''SweptAway by Love.''

I wait all week for my issue
of your magazine to arrive.

I pick it up at the station, run home
and lock myself in my room.

That's when my real life begins.
I read all night long.

Real life is the life of dreams.
I'm always dreaming.
There's nothing else to do there.
The people are so vulgar.

Young men don't know
how to speak to a girl, you know?

No, thank you, I don't smoke.
But may I keep it as a souvenir?
Of course.
I'm afraid I must be going.
Please, sit down.
Dear girl, you're right.
One must seek refuge inside oneself,
like the Countess Lucilla --