All This, and Heaven Too Page #3

As you wish, madame. Come, Raynald.

Thank you, Raynald.

But since it is your mother's flower,

wouldn't it be nicer if you gave it to her?

See how pretty it will look in her dress.

I'll pretend I'm wearing it here

when I go out.

All right, Raynald?

Yes, mademoiselle.

Here, Mama, it's for you.

Thank you, Raynald.

All right, children,

back to the schoolroom.

Mademoiselle Maillard, Isabelle, Louise,

Berthe, all of you.

I'll see you at lunch time.

- Don't forget to come to dinner.

- You promised to go riding.

Quickly, quick.

Well, Mademoiselle Deluzy...

...one never knows how a new person

will fit into a household...

...but I like your way with children

and they seem to like you.

Would it be possible for you to report

in the morning?

It is very kind of you, monsieur.

But I feel I could not come at all without

madame's approval as well as yours.

Oh, it really doesn't concern me

one way or the other.

Monsieur has taken over

the children's education.

He knows I was satisfied

with Mademoiselle Maillard...

...since she's proved her loyalty

and affection.

I hope you won't mind if she stays

on with me as my personal attendant.

Until tomorrow then, mademoiselle.

And I hope you will stay with us

for a long time.

Thank you, monsieur.

Mademoiselle Deluzy.

Yes, madame?

How old are you?

Twenty-five, madame.

So young.

- This way.

Don't trouble, monsieur.

I will find my way out.

- Good day, madame.

Good day.

Monsieur.

Don't leave me, Theo.

Oh, how angry you are with me.

- I'm late at the palace.

- But I must talk to you. I never see you.

The king expects me.

Does the touch of my hands

fill you with aversion?

- Really...

- It must be aversion...

...since you avoid me, never willingly

give me a moment's thought or attention.

I have no wish to avoid you, Frances.

I would talk to you by the hour if we

could do so with calmness and sanity.

- But it always ends the same.

- Wait, Theo.

Wait. Oh, how cruel you are, my darling.

Take the children, take them.

I care nothing about them,

about anyone but you.

Theo, if I promise never again...

...to torment you

with my anger and mistrust...

- You don't know what you're saying.

- Theo.

Theo. Theo, come back, please.

Theo, come back. I beg you.

I hate you.

I loathe you.

You're wicked, wicked, wicked.

- Oh, Father Gallard.

- Have patience, my child.

"And one day, when the little princess

was walking in the royal gardens...

...she noticed a lovely pink rose which she

could not remember having seen before.

As she leaned to smell its fragrance,

it suddenly dissolved into thin air.

And there in its place stood

the fairy godmother.

And the fairy godmother spoke

to the princess and said:

'My child, you have been kind and good

and I have come to reward you.

Now I have only one gift

to bestow upon you...

...so mark my words well.

For once your choice is made,

it cannot be changed.

It is within my power

to give you happiness...

...while you are young,

or happiness when you are old.

Which shall it be? '

The princess pondered in deep thought.

'It is a hard choice, dear godmother.

But if I spend my share of happiness

while I am young...

...then I shall have nothing left

to look forward to.

So let me have my happiness

when I am old...

...and may heaven send me patience.'

The godmother then embraced her.

'You have made a wise choice.

And you will not regret it, dear.

Go now with my blessing."'

Do you agree

that she made the right choice?

Papa.

- Come. I asked you a question.

- When did you come in?

Louise, was the princess right to wait

until she was old to get her happiness?

No, I think she was foolish

to wait so long.

Couldn't she ask for a little when she was

young and a little when she was old?

Ha-ha-ha.

Berthe shows early signs of diplomacy.

But it's not so easy as all that.

Is it, mademoiselle?

No, it is not so easy as all that,

monsieur.

Happiness isn't a little cake

which we can cut up to fit our appetite.

Doesn't mademoiselle read

beautifully, Papa?

She doesn't read like a mademoiselle,

does she?

I would say the great Rachel

herself could not read better.

Oh, Papa. Rachel.

Will you take me to see her

on stage some day?

You'd like to see Rachel, wouldn't you?

I would very much. I never have.

- But I'm afraid this isn't any time...

- Oh, please, Papa.

Perhaps.

Now I should not be interrupting.

It's time for lessons again.

Isn't it, mademoiselle?

It certainly is.

The girls have their history...

...and Raynald is about to retire into a

corner with his alphabet and his sniffles.

What's this? Sniffles?

How did you get the sniffles?

Raynald didn't invite them, Papa.

- They just came.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Well, send them away then, the same

way mademoiselle is about to send me.

Oh, don't go, Papa.

Mademoiselle doesn't mind.

Why don't you stay as you often do?

Unfortunately, the House of Peers

is meeting this afternoon.

Your father has to make a speech about

the advantages of a treaty with Turkey.

- A speech?

- Let Turkey wait.

- May we come and hear you?

- Perhaps, if I make a very good speech...

...mademoiselle will allow me

to come along on your walk in the park.

- What is it, Pierre?

- The carriage is ready.

Oh, yes.

Mademoiselle, I'd like to talk to you.

Yes, monsieur.

Isabelle, take care of Raynald, will you?

Louise, Berthe, get out your books.

Yes, mademoiselle.

Come, Raynald.

- Yes, monsieur?

- Tell me, please...

...about these sniffles.

Is it a cold, do you think?

It is too early to say.

He will be all right.

I'll keep him in today.

- Good. Mademoiselle?

- Yes, monsieur?

There is something I wanted to tell you.

If I have fallen short in any way,

monsieur...

Do you know, we had almost forgotten

what peace was...

...until you came into this house.

I can't tell you how much it means to me.

But, really, monsieur,

they're such good children.

How foolish my fears seem now.

- Fears, monsieur?

- About you. Because you were a stranger.

From now on,

my fear will be that some day...

...you will leave us.

Oh, I would not be so foolish

as that, monsieur.

For as long as the children need me

and you wish me to stay.

Thank you, mademoiselle.

Berthe, my darling, the song

is to learn history to, not to dance to.

Yes, mademoiselle. I didn't mean to.

I'm very sorry.

And, Louise, you are old enough

to know better.

But, mademoiselle, it's so hard to remember

things that happened so long ago...

...and way over in England, not France.

When I taught an English girl

French history, she said the same thing.

The war of the Roses is very simple

if you just learn the song.

The king's coat of arms had the red rose

of Lancaster for an emblem...

...and the queen's,

the white rose of York.

I know. Just like Mama and Papa.

She had a crest of her own

before she married him.

Only his was better than hers.

- Mama had the most money.

- Not when they were married.

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