All This, and Heaven Too Page #7

If as this article implies...

...it appears that you and monsieur

are not on good terms...

...are we also to accept that as a fact?

What?

I'll not tolerate this any longer.

Nor will I, madame.

- Have I your permission to leave now?

- Not yet.

Come in.

I'm sorry,

but madame asked me to tell her.

Mademoiselle Deluzy,

my daughter means a great deal to me.

I haven't been able

to buy her happiness...

...I intend to spare her

all the humiliation I can.

We must find a way out

of this difficult situation.

Monsieur, it is so simple.

I will pack my trunk.

That would be as unwise as it is hasty.

Why? Since the duchess makes no secret

of her dissatisfaction with me.

Since it is her happiness

which is your only concern.

Were you to leave now,

it would give credence to this gossip.

My son and daughter

will be seen together more often in public.

And this gossip will die away.

You will live here, apparently on the best

of terms with both of them...

...and all I require is your promise

of more prudent conduct in the future.

I assure you my conduct will be

no concern of yours in the future.

Isn't it enough you humiliate me at home?

Must you do it in public as well?

The entire court, all of Paris

is talking about it.

They know you have a wife

and you say in your actions...

...as plainly as you could in words

that you prefer a servant.

Isn't it enough that she's a governess

without making her your companion?

Theo, you must put an end to it.

Mademoiselle, you mustn't leave.

You shouldn't have come here.

There is enough trouble already.

- I beg of you to remember the children.

- Don't, monsieur.

Raynald owes you his life. Louise, Berthe,

Isabelle, who have learned to trust you.

- They are young. They will forget.

- How...?

There are some things

it is useless to fight against...

...and one of them

is another woman's jealousy.

She hates me.

Believe me, it will be better for all of us.

She will be happier.

- And perhaps in time, you and she...

- Never.

She loves you, monsieur.

What kind of love

that drives one to madness?

If she tortures you and others,

it is because she is goaded by her passion.

Being a woman too,

I can understand that.

I hope you will never understand

what it is to be smothered by a love...

...which has become insufferable.

I shouldn't have presumed

to speak about love at all.

- I have no right and I ask you to forget it.

- I'm glad you did.

I've wanted you to know.

It's always the same.

Demanding, demanding, letters, tears.

I live in fear I shall be driven

to do something desperate.

- You mustn't even think such things.

- I know. I know what I'm asking.

I know the slights and humiliation

you will have to put up with.

For myself, I shall do what I can

to make it easier.

I'll give them their pretense

of reconciliation.

Their precious appearances

they think so important.

Mademoiselle, you haven't it in your heart

to deny the children and me...

...the only sanctuary we have.

But, monsieur,

I've always had to fend for myself.

- And it's taught me to be practical and...

- well, let's be practical, then.

She's only one reason

to make you want to go...

...and there are five reasons

to keep you here.

- Five?

- Yes, mademoiselle.

Four young ones and their father.

Shall I count them on my fingers for you?

No, monsieur, you needn't trouble.

You have asked me and that is enough.

If you had tried to bribe

or drive a bargain with me...

...I shouldn't be yielding

against my better judgment.

To be loved as you are in this house

is above all bargains.

Isn't it wonderful?

There, look. Just coming in.

It's Victor Hugo.

When I grow up,

I'm going to give a ball.

And there's La Martin, the great poet.

He's talking to Chopin.

- Oh, I hope he'll play tonight.

- The king hasn't arrived yet, has he?

Not yet, silly.

Everyone will be here, even Rachel.

I saw Rachel. You know that, don't you?

Oh, yes, we heard about that.

Oh, look over there. It's Papa.

There's no one here

who dances as beautifully as Papa.

Doesn't Papa look handsome?

I wish I could dance with him.

- I danced with him.

- You did?

Yes. Look, this is how he held me.

What are you doing? I put Raynald to bed

and looked everywhere for you.

- Don't be angry.

- Dear, mademoiselle, it's so exciting.

We were only looking.

- In your nighties too.

- Nobody's seen us.

Only Papa. He looked up once.

I know he saw us.

Then he looked right away again

with the oddest look, so Ionely.

Mademoiselle, why doesn't Papa

come to the nursery anymore?

Yes, why doesn't he?

Well, he does whenever he can.

Not as he used to.

Never to have fun anymore.

Sometimes he comes in with Mama

and asks ever so politely about our studies.

Mademoiselle, why isn't Papa happy,

do you know?

Well, you see,

your father is working very hard.

These are troublesome days

for the kingdom.

And so sometimes if he appears worried

and a little strange...

...it is because he has such big problems

of state on his mind.

Well, Mama is much pleasanter

and I guess we can't have every...

Mademoiselle, look, the king.

- Your Majesty.

- Darling.

I want him to bow,

then Berthe and Isabelle will believe me.

Now come along.

You've seen the king.

Maxine is waiting to wash your faces.

Scamper along.

Mademoiselle, is the king a bad man?

Pierre says the people will cut off his head.

He is not bad.

He's Papa's friend and he's my friend.

Yes, and he's mademoiselle's too.

Mademoiselle, do you think it's the king

who stops Papa from coming here?

Berthe, your father is a peer of France...

...and has a great many responsibilities

to attend to.

Mademoiselle, when I grow up,

do you think I'll be a peer of France?

We'll discuss it tomorrow.

Now, now, now, into bed.

You must promise me

not to talk anymore tonight.

Yes, mademoiselle.

- Good night, mademoiselle.

- Good night, Berthe.

- Good night, Louise.

- Good night, mademoiselle.

Isabelle.

Darling.

Tears?

I'm so unhappy.

Isabelle, you?

- Why?

- I don't know.

It isn't anything I can tell anyone.

Oh, I'm so afraid.

So...

...my little girl is growing up.

I don't want to grow up.

But, darling, everybody grows up.

It's natural and beautiful.

It's nothing to be frightened about.

Has anyone been telling you things?

Ever since Father Sebastiani came,

he and the abbe.

This morning when I went to confession,

the abbe said...

He said...

Oh, I can't.

Darling, don't you know

you can trust me?

He said, in a year or two,

I'd be old enough to get married...

...and I had to prepare myself.

Oh.

Well, what did he say, Isabelle?

He talked about the duties of marriage

and submission...

...and I don't even know what he meant.

But the abbe didn't mean

to frighten you, darling.

Sometimes when we are young,

life frightens us.

Someday when you are in love

and are loved in return...

...you will find out then

that nothing else matters.

Now, if there are things you want to know,

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