All This, and Heaven Too Page #5

Watch him, keep him quiet

and well covered.

That is all any of us can do now.

I expect the ultimate change

for better or worse before night.

We can only hope that his strength

will carry him through the crisis.

Yes, monsieur. Believe me it will.

But he has no strength.

He's always been frail with a frailness

that is a reproach to me.

Why do you say that, monsieur?

Do you remember that first day you came?

I spoke of three children.

And then of one

who was born several years later.

- Yes.

- Does that not tell you all there is to know?

That he's a symbol of cold embers which

should never have been revived even for...

Monsieur, please.

I'd rather you didn't.

Theo?

Oh. Father Gallard.

I hoped it might be Theo.

I've come to bring you

what comfort I can.

What comfort can there be for me

in a house where I'm pushed aside like dirt?

Oh, Father, I don't know how much longer

I can endure this agony.

Have patience, my child.

Humiliate your soul and endure

with calm the delays of God.

The days I spend alone

thinking only of him.

The nights I weep.

My tears mix with the ink

as I write him letters.

Letters with only the barest hope

that he'll so much as read them.

I stand outside of his doorway not daring

to enter for fear he'll reproach me.

Gold and silver are purified by fire...

...but those who God receives as his

are proved by humiliation and sorrow.

You're my father confessor

and in you I truly confide.

We're still young, Theo and I,

and yet for three years we've lived...

Oh, Father, is it a sin for me

to love a man so much?

Marriage is sanctified in the fullness

of the claims between man and woman.

Well, then tell him that he's wicked,

that he sins.

Only I'm repulsed. Even a governess

can come and go where she chooses.

It may be the necessities

of Raynald's illness.

No. She's not repulsed.

She receives him in his dressing gown

in her room.

Or she's in his.

I'll not have my place in this house

usurped by that woman, that servant.

Day and night, at any hour, those two,

they're always together.

Don't be too despairing, monsieur.

Crisis must come sometime.

Only I wish...

Mademoiselle?

Yes, darling.

It's too dark in here.

May I see the garden?

The doctor thinks not yet, darling.

Perhaps, tomorrow.

What is it he wants so much?

He complains of the dark

and the closeness.

It is stifling.

He won't believe me when I tell him

how green the garden has grown.

And that the almond tree

is really in bloom.

He begs to look out,

and if I had my way, I'd let him.

Please.

Please. The garden, Papa.

Sick or well, we're not meant

to suffocate in this world.

Just the one time.

- Please.

- It's a very mild day, monsieur.

And such a little thing to ask.

It will give him a new interest in life

to see the garden.

After all, sun and air are good

for every living thing.

I don't know why I should have more

confidence in your word...

...only the doctor's...

...yet I do.

- Thank you, monsieur.

There we are. Papa will carry you.

- All right, my boy.

- Yes.

We're going to take a look at the garden.

No weight at all.

See, Raynald?

The almond tree breathes in the sunshine

and the warm spring air.

And every day it grows more strong

and beautiful.

And that is how you must grow,

strong and beautiful.

Theo. Are you mad?

Do you want to kill him, mademoiselle?

Theo. Let me go. You're hurting me.

Let me go. Let me go.

- Then do go.

- If he dies tonight it'll be your punishment.

God will visit his revenge on this house.

Come, darling.

We will look at the almond tree again

tomorrow...

...if you'll promise to try to get well

as hard as you can.

Look, mademoiselle. Look. You see?

I can run faster than Papa now.

Of course you can, darling.

Isn't it wonderful, mademoiselle?

Yes, it is wonderful, but let's not have

too much running for the first day.

Ha-ha. He's completely

out of hand, mademoiselle.

- Isn't he?

- Mademoiselle...

...why don't you come down?

May I come in, mademoiselle?

- Yes.

This is from madame.

Madame, I hope I have not come

at an inopportune moment.

But I could not wait any longer

to say my thanks for your charming gift.

The brooch? Oh, yes.

A small souvenir.

I'm glad if it pleases you.

I would appreciate very much

a few words with you alone.

Really? Well, I'm quite busy now.

The duke and I are going away together

this afternoon.

I hope you find the children

well and happy.

Yes, we're going to Corsica to join them.

The duke and I.

- I will not keep you long.

Raynald.

- Is that his voice?

Give me the ball.

- Yes. He's playing with Raynald.

- Mademoiselle Maillard?

- Yes, madame?

- Ask him to come here.

Yes, madame.

You know, the poor man

can hardly wait to get away...

...from everything.

I have felt for a long time...

...the need of coming

to a closer understanding with you.

Your kind message

and this expression of your goodwill...

...made me feel

this was the right moment.

Really, I've never felt the need

for any conversation with you.

It is just that I wish harmony

between us above all things.

Even during Raynald's illness, I couldn't

help but feel some resentment...

...some disapproval...

Mademoiselle, since by some miracle

Raynald has survived...

...and according to your notions,

you've tended him faithfully...

...let us say no more about it.

Madame, even though

the children are under monsieur's charge...

...I would like very much

to follow your wishes too.

Then I can only repeat what any woman

has a right to expect:

That she come first in her own house,

with her own children...

...and with her husband.

But truly, madame, no other thought

has ever been in my mind.

If I have overstepped my position,

it has been unintentional.

And I assure you I'll be more careful

in the future.

The future?

Oh?

Yes.

Who knows?

Mademoiselle?

Yes, my little sleepyhead?

I wish we didn't have to go south

next week.

I wish Papa would come here.

I miss Papa, don't you, mademoiselle?

Yes, Raynald.

I miss Papa and Mama too.

I don't very much.

What a thoughtless thing to say.

Mama loves you very much.

Didn't she send you a box of toy soldiers

only yesterday?

- She makes me ride backwards.

- Such a little thing.

You don't make me ride backwards,

but I think I could if you asked me to.

I think I could right now.

Darling, I wish you wouldn't even try.

But I want to show you.

It really isn't necessary.

Henriette knows you love her.

I won't get sick, I won't get sick.

I won't, I won't, I won't.

Pierre, I'm riding backwards.

What do you think of that?

Who has arrived home?

That's for me to know

and you to find out.

I didn't get sick a bit.

Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle.

We came home.

Louise.

Papa.

- Papa.

- Well, well. How is my little boy?

I rode backwards.

You did? How wonderful.

Mademoiselle. How have you been?

Don't you notice anything,

mademoiselle?

- Why, whatever...

- Look at me.

- What happened?

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