Camille Page #4

- I will. I'll tell them you're ill.

It's true. You're too ill to talk

with anyone but me tonight.

If they go, you must go too.

- What?

- Yes.

Come back later, alone, so we'll have

supper in here tonight.

Go in the other room, and I'll have

Nanine get rid of you all.

You're not sending me for

marrons glacs, are you?

How do I know you'll let me

in when I come back?

There. You can let yourself in

when you come back.

You're an angel.

I won't go, I can't.

Marguerite Gautier.

Stretch your legs, ladies!

Remember, the hat's full of money...

...and the one kicking it

out of my hand gets it all!

Out of my way, everybody!

Get back! I don't have to run a mile

to get my leg up.

Let me try.

Again.

- Madame Prudence. Madame Prudence!

- Hello! Hello, Nanine.

Madame is sorry,

but she must send everybody away.

What a pity. Just when we were having

such a good time too.

Bad news, everybody. Party's over.

- What?

- Marguerite wants us to go home.

She started to cough while dancing.

She was ill.

She's always ill

when anybody's having fun.

What's the matter?

Did she drink too much?

Don't be a cat, Olympe.

- Well, it's late anyhow.

- Let's go somewhere else.

Let's go to my place!

I wanna keep trying till I kick it.

What about something to eat?

I'm just beginning to be hungry again.

I think that I'll take some food.

Come get some, everybody!

Don't forget the cheese!

Somebody bring the cheese.

Forward march!

- But I thought you wanted your hair done.

- I do.

- Have they been gone long?

- Just about half an hour.

- You told the servants to go to bed?

- They've gone.

- But I fixed supper for the two of you.

- Oh, good, Nanine.

Darling Nanine, perfect Nanine,

hurry up.

- Good evening, my dear.

- Good evening.

You've lost no time in celebrating

my departure, I see.

So you didn't go to Russia after all.

- I had an idea you wouldn't.

- No.

You may flatter yourself.

I can't do without you.

After driving most of the day, I turned

round and drove most of the night back.

What's this? More supper.

- For two. Whom were you expecting?

- You. Put it there, Nanine.

I have learned never to believe a man

when he says he's leaving town.

- Won't you have something to eat?

- I'm not hungry.

Then drink something.

Come and drink with me.

- I'm not thirsty.

- I am.

- Many happy returns.

- Thank you.

This part is so difficult.

- I hate all the sharps.

- I'm afraid your mind's not on it.

Why, you know very well

I've never been able to play it.

- But you play it beautifully.

- My one merit.

- Won't you play it for me?

- Aren't you tired? It's very late.

- Probably are wishing I'd go home.

- Please play.

Oh, good, Nanine.

Bolt the door. If the bell rings,

don't answer it.

- No, I won't.

- Have you two finished whispering?

I'm sorry. I was just giving

Nanine some orders.

I don't doubt it.

Now, play nicely.

Someday I shall get temperamental and

object when doorbells ring when I play.

Did the doorbell ring?

Does my music shut out

the rest of the world for you?

- Yes. You play beautifully.

- You lie beautifully.

Thank you. That's more than I deserve.

It's not half as much

as you deserve, my dear.

- I'll see who it is.

- No, I'll tell you.

Yes?

- But you won't believe me.

- No, I won't. Who is it?

Well, I might say that there is someone

at the wrong door...

...or the great romance of my life.

The great romance of your life?

Charming.

Well, it might have been.

Let your godmother take your veil.

Oh, no, just a moment.

I want one more look at her.

The way she looked when she

made her first communion.

God keep you always so pure

and happy, my child.

Come, come and sit down.

And now, children,

on this happy occasion...

...I ask you all to rise and drink a toast

to the happiness of this family.

- We certainly will, sir.

- Oh, of course, a toast.

- To health and happiness.

- Health and happiness.

May I propose the happiness of my sister

and my friend, Louise and Valentine...

...who've known each other

from childhood...

...and are soon to be man and wife.

- Louise and Valentine.

- Thank you, thank you.

Now, Ma, you must go in for your nap.

- Take my arm, Mama.

- Such a happy day.

Well, my boy, I'm glad you got down...

...even though you weren't in time

to go with us to the church.

I came for a purely selfish reason, Father.

- You in debt?

- No, no, it isn't that.

In love?

- Wrong again.

- Well, what then?

- I want to travel.

- Where?

Anywhere. Everywhere.

I'm tired of waiting for the office

to give me a post.

If I ever do get one, the more I know

the world, the better.

Well, it mightn't be a bad idea.

Your income won't let you go very far

in any great style.

- I could use some of the principal.

- You will do nothing of the sort.

Your grandfather's legacy

mustn't be touched.

However, I have a few thousand francs

I can spare.

- You mean, you'll give me the money?

- I don't know where else you'd get it.

You're not such a bad son.

When do you want to start?

At once. If I get back to Paris

tomorrow, the next morning.

Well...

Ready, Marguerite?

But we planned to go to the theater.

Why aren't you dressed?

- I've changed my mind, Prudence.

- Oh, come now, get dressed. I'll wait.

No, no, no.

Look, how do you spell "apology"?

Good gracious, how should I know?

I'm no scholar.

Even so, you've been living in Paris.

Six years ago, I couldn't even

write my own name.

Here's a letter which just came.

Perhaps Nanine knows how

to spell "apology."

She asked me that once before today.

Is it the same apology?

Oh, don't bother. It isn't necessary now.

If that young man has made you unhappy,

he's the one who should spell "apology."

It's all my fault.

He's going away, Prudence.

Stop your nonsense. He won't go.

They never do.

No, I think he means it.

And perhaps it's better.

But he had no right to write

such things to me.

Of course he didn't. Now, come along.

Let's go to the theater.

But first you'll stop at his place

and find out if he's really going away.

Why on earth does anyone

live four flights up?

- You've come with a message.

- Yes, I've got to sit down...

...before I can talk.

- From Mademoiselle Gautier?

- Yes.

Girl's a fool.

She wants to know if you're really

starting out to see the world...

...as you wrote her yesterday.

- Yes, it's true. I'm leaving in the morning.

- Good.

You and Marguerite are safer apart.

Didn't I tell you to wait in the carriage?

Oh, so you really are going away,

Armand Duval?

Yes.

Wait down in the carriage

yourself, Prudence.

Oh, very well,

since I'm not wanted here.

No, I think I'd better stay.

I think you'd better not.

- Oh, don't!

- Haven't much time if you want it back.

Oh, don't. Don't, Marguerite.

Oh, what a girl. What a tease!

You wrote me an unkind letter.

What did you expect?

I saw the baron's carriage.

- You were jealous.

- Of course.

Well, then you do right in going away.

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