Camille Page #10

Come, Nanine.

Oh, I shouldn't do this.

You don't think he cares how you look.

He knows you've been ill.

You always said, "He'll come back,"

didn't you, Nanine?

Yes.

- Sit here.

- Yes.

Sit here.

- There. Here are all your things.

- My camellias.

Nanine, I'll even have camellias.

I'll be beautiful again

when I'll be well again, won't I, Nanine?

Of course.

I can't wait. Call him now, Nanine.

Call him now.

Yes.

Monsieur.

- Marguerite.

- Armand.

Marguerite!

- It's you. It's not a dream.

- No, no, it's not a dream.

- I'm here with you in my arms at last.

- At last.

- You're weak.

- No, no, I'm strong.

It's my heart. It's not used

to being happy.

Oh, how pretty you are.

I've been in the street half the night,

walking under your window...

...just as I did when I first knew you,

wanting to come up but not daring to.

I felt so guilty.

I didn't know how ill you were.

I've been everywhere trying

to forget I loved you.

And when I came back a week ago,

I was still determined to forget you.

Forget you, as if I could.

- Forgive me.

- Forgive you.

And to think I couldn't see

into this heart I knew so well...

...and see that it was

sacrificing itself for me.

No good can come to either of us

without the other. I know that now.

- I know that too.

- Nothing shall ever separate us again.

The future is ours.

My whole life belongs to you.

I'll take you far from Paris, where there

are no unhappy memories for us.

Where the sun will help me take care

of you and make you well.

We will go back to the country,

where we were happy all one summer.

Oh, if only we could. If only we could.

We can. We will,

as soon as you're well enough.

Well, I'm well now. Call Nanine.

- Nanine?

- Take me today.

Nanine? Nanine, help madame to dress.

We're going to the country today.

Don't worry. I'll take good care of her.

You must come along too.

We're going to the country, Nanine.

Get my things out.

Don't stare at me, Nanine. Go.

I can't...

Nanine? Nanine.

Nanine, get the doctor, quickly!

The doctor?

If you can't make me live,

how can he?

No, no. Don't say such things, Marguerite.

You'll live. You must live.

Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart,

where the world can't see me.

If I'm dead, there'll be no stain

on our love.

Don't think such things, Marguerite.

Even if we can't go

to the country today...

...think of how happy we were once,

and how happy we shall be again.

Think of the day you found the clover,

and the good luck it's going to bring us.

Think of the vows we heard

Nichette and Gustave make...

...and that we're going to make

to each other.

This is for life, Marguerite...

Marguerite?

Marguerite?

No. No, don't leave me.

Marguerite, come back, come back.

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