All This, and Heaven Too Page #4

She has now.

At least Grandfather Sebastiani has.

He owns this house. He only lets us

live here because Papa married Mama.

That's true, mademoiselle.

I'll bet it makes Papa simply furious...

Now, now, Louise. Some other time.

We must finish our song.

Berthe, my darling, come here.

There.

I apologize for intruding on your domain,

Mademoiselle Deluzy.

But, madame, on the contrary,

we wish you would visit us more often.

I'm only here now because I was

sure this is where I would find monsieur.

- He spends so much time with the children.

- He left, Mother.

- He's gone to make a speech.

- About Turkey.

So I see he lets his plans

be known in the schoolroom.

Will it please you to sit down

and join us in our lesson?

No, not at all.

I'd planned on taking a drive with monsieur.

Well, I'm not going out alone

for all the world to see.

Dress Raynald.

I'll be waiting in the carriage.

I'm sorry, madame.

Raynald can't go out this afternoon.

What did you say?

He has coughed once or twice.

It may be a cold.

Do I understand that you forbid me

to take Raynald, Mademoiselle Deluzy?

No, madame. But it is such a raw

afternoon and monsieur himself...

Is it among the authorities

conferred on you by monsieur...

...that you dictate to me

concerning my own children?

Not at all, madame.

If I spoke hastily

it was out of concern for Raynald.

Sincerely, I meant no offense.

If you would choose one of the other...

- Mademoiselle Maillard?

Yes, madame?

Dress Raynald at once.

I will dress Raynald, madame.

But, mademoiselle, please.

- Just think, you're taking Papa's place.

A lady needs a gentleman

to accompany her.

Oh, no, Raynald, the other seat.

- You'll spoil my dress.

- No, Mama, please.

Pardon me. Raynald tells me

it makes him ill to ride backwards.

Childish nonsense. Go on, Albert.

It's a wise chicken that runs to cover

at the first clap of thunder.

Don't you think so, mademoiselle?

She made me ride backwards all the way

and when I got sick she scolded me.

Yes, cheri, I know, I know.

But it's not worth crying about.

Such a little thing isn't worth tears.

What is this I hear from madame

about Raynald?

She made me ride backwards, Papa.

- He is suffering a slight chill.

- Yes, I know. You told me this morning.

Yes. It would have been better

had he not gone out.

Most certainly. Why did you allow it?

- I did suggest that with his cough...

- Next time, do more than suggest.

But when his own mother says...

I've made you responsible

for my children.

There is to be no questioning

your authority.

You place me in a very difficult position.

You know how such authority

would be resented.

Papa? Papa?

Are you angry with mademoiselle?

No.

No, Raynald.

I'm not angry with mademoiselle.

I'm very sorry.

I understand, monsieur.

I know what the children mean to you.

Pardon me.

I've spoken to the duchess.

I think she understands

what I've just told you.

You see, we must realize

that she is sometimes overimpulsive.

Her affections run away

with her judgment.

I appreciate your confidence, monsieur.

And Raynald is such

a strong little fellow.

He will be quite himself by tomorrow.

- Won't you, darling?

- I'll be better tomorrow, mademoiselle.

This hurts, Raynald, I know,

but just once more.

- Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle.

- I'm here, darling.

There. We're all finished.

That wasn't so bad, was it, now?

Poor little fellow.

The treatment for diphtheria

is always painful, monsieur.

Mademoiselle.

I want the compress right back.

- Yes, doctor.

- The throat is badly inflamed.

We can only hope to check it

from spreading.

He must be kept quiet and calm.

What about the other children?

They're leaving at once

for their grandfather's in Corsica.

Good. I'll be back this evening.

Remember what I told

about the windows.

- Oh, yes, yes. Of course, doctor.

- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mademoiselle, it hurts my neck.

There we are. See, Raynald?

Now, you're wearing a stock like Papa's.

And here is some chocolate.

No, no. I don't want it.

All right, Maxine. You may go.

Be patient, darling.

You'll feel better in a little while.

If you would bring Raynald his mirror...

...he could see for himself

how grown-up he looks.

He'll be getting a tall hat

and a cane before we know it.

Thank you, monsieur. There.

Now show Papa how nice

you can smile when you want to.

See, monsieur? You can't say Raynald

isn't a brave little man.

And now we're going to have

our dejeuner on a tray...

...just like your mother has hers.

No, no. It hurts my neck.

Let's forget about the chocolate, then.

Here's a tangerine.

And as I peel it, you must guess

how many pieces there are.

Do you know how many?

No, but we'll soon see.

Now, come on.

Let's count.

- One.

- One.

- Two.

- Two.

- And three.

- Three.

It is not my place to suggest, but might it

be better if I stayed here with Raynald...

...and let someone else

take the girls away?

Ten, 11, 12.

Now, let's try this one first.

It's nice and cool.

Just let the juice run down your throat.

I thought I could get someone

from one of the hospitals.

There. That didn't hurt very much, did it?

- Not very much.

- No. Now, here's another.

I'm sure I could follow

the doctor's treatment.

That's very, very kind of you,

mademoiselle.

I'll send the girls away

with Maxine, then.

My head is loose, mademoiselle.

Will it fall off like Berthe's doll

that got left in the rain...

...and all the sawdust ran out?

No. We'll hold it on tight.

Besides, your head isn't filled

with sawdust.

It's full of good sense and bravery.

Will I die

and have to take nasty medicine?

What an idea.

You'll have to take medicine

to make you better.

But we don't think about dying.

But my white rabbit died.

And I loved it better

than the brown one that didn't.

Hush, my darling.

You're going to sleep now.

Yes, mademoiselle.

It seems a shame to shut out

the air and the sunlight...

...especially

with the warm spring coming.

Yes, it does seem a shame.

But the doctor says that...

Yes, I know, monsieur.

Mademoiselle.

I want you to know...

...how grateful I am

for what you're doing.

When madame understands,

I'm sure she will be grateful too.

I'll be back in a little while.

Amen.

He is too little to be frightened.

Monsieur, Mademoiselle Deluzy.

Dr. Louis?

Yes, madame?

Shouldn't I go in too?

No. I think it would be wise not to.

I'm afraid you might upset him.

I, upset him?

I mean, there's great danger of infection.

I'm only speaking for your good.

How dare you.

Isn't a mother's place by her husband

at the bedside of her child?

There's nothing you can do.

Think of your own health.

Why should I consider myself?

No one else does.

Either my wishes or my health, anything.

Now, now, my dear.

Your welfare is most important to all of us.

Father. If you'll go to your room,

I'll see you later.

My room.

I suppose that's where

they'd like me to stay.

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