All This, and Heaven Too

Clara, look. Isn't it extraordinary?

- What is it?

- Can't you read?

Wait till you hear

about our new teacher.

- I think it's romantic.

- Oh, you do?

Well, I don't. And neither will my mother

when she comes back.

- She's Mademoiselle D.

- Well, who's Mademoiselle D?

Hurry up. Miss Haines is in.

- Our teacher's name is Mademoiselle D?

- No. Her name is Desportes.

But she was known as Mademoiselle D.

Don't you understand?

Shh. Girls, be quiet.

"Jane Van Buren.

Margaret Van Rensula."

Did you hear what Emily found out

about our new teacher?

Everybody's in, Miss Haines.

Thank you, Rebecca.

This is Rebecca Jay.

"Agnes Brevoort.

Mary Simpson.

Marianna Van Horn.

Rose Stanton.

Clara Parker and Elizabeth ward.

Dor..."

Young ladies, you may go to your seats.

"Dora Vanderbilt.

Emily Schuyler.

Louise DeRham, Helen Lexington.

Faith DeLancy..."

- Give me the paper.

- Here. Be careful.

"Virginia Knowles."

- See the look I gave her?

I don't think she'll like it here.

You may sit down, young ladies.

And now I want to say

that it gives me great pleasure...

...to introduce you

to your new instructress in French...

...Mademoiselle Henriette Desportes.

I'm glad to welcome her to our school.

And I trust you'll have the good sense

to profit by her teaching.

- You may take over.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, young ladies.

Good morning, Miss Haines.

Imagine, Emily...

...being involved in such a scandal

and teaching in our very class.

It's about time...

...we had some excitement in this school.

- And in your language:

Good morning, young ladies.

I've been appointed your teacher.

I hope before the end of the year I should

have deserved to become your friend.

Well, so much for that.

Will you turn in your literature books

to page one?

I will select at random from the roll.

Agnes Brevoort.

- Yes, mademoiselle?

- Will you start reading, please?

Dora. Give it to Emily.

Yes.

Emily.

Please, send me the paper.

Now Marianna Van Horn will translate.

Mademoiselle Van Horn,

you will translate, please.

I don't know the place.

The top of page one.

Perhaps Helen Lexington

has been paying more attention.

I, mademoiselle?

- Yes...

She'd better never jump on me

before the whole class...

...or I'll show her.

- Shh!

"What would you like to play?

George:
No. Let us go to the woods...

...to hunt for fraise... "

You call them strawberries.

They are the strawberries

that grow in the woods.

How did you find out?

Mother's maid kept

all the Paris papers and I read them.

- Are you sure?

- Am I sure?

She's the same person

and I think it's wicked.

Mademoiselle Schuyler.

I believe that is your name,

Emily Schuyler?

Yes, mademoiselle.

You have been doing

a good deal of talking.

- Would you like to ask a question?

- Yes, mademoiselle.

But I'm not sure

you will like to answer it.

- Well, come here, will you?

Emily.

Was there something

you would like to know?

Could you tell me how

to spell "Conciergerie"?

I beg your pardon?

I'm asking you how to spell "Conciergerie."

I think it's the name of a French prison.

Why do you want to know?

I mean, that particular word?

Well, you said yourself

we were here to learn.

Yes.

Of course.

C...

...O...

...N...

...C...

...I...

...E- R...

And then you might show us

how you spell the name Praslin.

Emily.

Emily, be quiet.

And now if you will

all excuse me, please.

Come in, please.

Miss Haines, l...

- You?

- Yes, it's I.

I came to welcome you

to your new home.

Oh. Then I'm afraid you've come

for nothing, Henry.

I must leave at once.

You must accept my resignation.

- What?

- They have found out.

- I was a fool to think they wouldn't.

- What have they found out?

I should have told you before

I accepted this post dishonorably.

I let you take me in

as Henriette Desportes...

when you're also Henriette Deluzy,

the notorious Mademoiselle D.

Is that it, my dear?

You knew?

Naturally when Mr. Field recommended you,

he told me everything.

We agreed that old scandals

might be forgotten in your case.

- It was you, Henry?

- Miss Haines...

...would you allow me to speak

to Mademoiselle Desportes?

Certainly. And I hope whatever

you decide will be for the best.

It isn't any use, Henry.

Though you've done me this last kindness,

even you must realize it is hopeless.

"Conciergerie."

That girl asked me how

to spell Conciergerie. That child...

All that is past.

No. It's crossed the ocean

and followed me.

It's down there in that schoolroom now

in the way that girl looked at me.

Henry, I have nothing left

to fight with anymore.

Yes, you have.

If you could only see yourself

as I know you can be.

Proud, looking up with clear eyes,

ashamed of nothing.

If you can face your conscience,

you can face those children.

And don't beg for their respect,

demand it.

If I only had your courage.

Please.

Please, Henriette.

I suppose I owe it to you to try.

Mademoiselle Deluzy.

This sign will teach her a lesson.

- Why do they call her Mademoiselle D?

- Her name is Desportes or Deluzy.

- I wonder if the duke was as handsome...

- Shh. Here she is.

The rest of the lesson today

will be conducted in English.

You may lay aside your books,

for it is to be entirely oral.

I am going to tell you a true story.

Perhaps I am wrong in telling it to you...

...but in a few years you will be women

of an age to love and suffer...

...and face difficult problems.

So it will not hurt you to learn...

...that life is not always the pretty picture

we might wish it to be.

If there are any of you

who do not wish to hear my story...

...you have my permission to leave now.

Very well, then.

All I ask is that you give me

your whole attention.

For most of our story we will be in Paris,

in a large and beautiful house...

...which is the residence

of the Duc and the Duchesse de Praslin.

It is of the governess in this household

which I will tell you.

On a February morning some years ago,

she had not yet arrived in Paris...

...whence she had been summoned

for an interview.

It was a passenger on a

steamer which was making its way...

... across the foggy English Channel

from Southampton toward Le Havre.

In the bag she carried was a letter

of recommendation from her last employer.

She could not know into what unexpected

adventure the letter would carry her.

And even more, how another letter would

one day bring her world down in ruins.

She only knew that one cycle of her

life was past and another beginning.

And she looked forward toward the distant,

invisible shores of her native country...

... with mingled feelings of hope

and apprehension.

She was traveling alone.

She had learned long since

to look after herself...

... and if she was lonely, she hoped

that nothing in her manner gave it away.

I beg your pardon.

Do you mind if I talk to you?

Since we seem to be the only ones

hardy enough to brave the deck.

Please, believe me, I've never gone up

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