Camille Page #5

Well, what does it matter

whether I go or stay?

I played the fool again, and you've

probably been laughing at me ever since.

I didn't laugh at all.

I was angry because you dared write

such things to me, but I didn't laugh.

You should have known

it was because I loved you.

You know, once I had a little dog, and

he always looked sad when I was sad...

...and I loved him so.

And when your tears fell on my hand,

I loved you too all at once.

There are things that you wouldn't

understand, so that's why...

Who's that pretty girl?

My sister Louise.

- And the other one?

- Another sister.

- And that's your mother, isn't it?

- Yes.

How happy she looks.

- Does your father love her very much?

- Of course.

Why, they must've been married

a long time.

Nearly 30 years.

And they loved each other

all that time?

Yes. You sound as though

you didn't believe it.

It's hard to believe that there's

such happiness in this world.

Marguerite...

...now you've put tears on my hand.

Why?

You will never love me 30 years.

No one will.

I'll love you all my life.

I know that now.

All my life.

Sleepy head.

I wasn't asleep. I was dreaming.

- Yes?

- Of you.

- And?

- We were in the country, alone, far away.

I wish we were.

Marguerite...

...let me take you to the country.

- Yes.

- Any day you like.

- I mean, let me take you for a long time.

Until you're well and strong again.

- Oh, what nonsense.

- Why is it nonsense?

- It costs money to go to the country.

- I have money.

Yes, how much?

Seven thousand francs a year.

I spend more than that in a month...

...and I've never been too particular where

it came from, as you probably know.

- Don't say such things.

- Well, it's true.

Give up the baron.

I must give you up.

I've told you before

that you should forget me.

So you go on your trip around the world

and put me out of your mind.

I thought I meant something to you.

You mean too much already.

But you're young,

and your life is before you.

You know what mine

has been already.

- It doesn't matter.

- Doesn't it?

Marguerite...

...you need love more than

you need money just now.

You need care even more than love.

I can take such good care of you,

if you'll let me.

You wouldn't be happy with me.

No, probably not.

Nor you with me.

I'll leave Paris today.

I was...

I was only thinking of you, my dear.

I wasn't thinking of myself, really.

Then come to the country with me.

Well, if I should, for a little while...

...promise not to be jealous and not

to think things that'll make you miserable.

Yes, I promise.

- Swear?

- I swear not to be jealous if you...

lf...?

- Lf you swear not to see the baron again.

- No, you see?

- You will only torture yourself.

- But if you swear.

One hour from now, you will ask me

to swear about something else.

- You can't be sensible, Armand.

- It's true, I can't.

- I want too much.

- So do I.

How can one change one's entire life and

build a new one on one moment of love?

And yet that's what you make me

want to close my eyes and do.

Then close your eyes and say yes.

I command it.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I'm going to tell him

that I love somebody else.

I'm going to the country for the summer...

...and I'm never going to see him again.

- Are you crazy?

You may be a fool, but I thought

you were an honest girl.

It's because she's honest

she's telling the baron they're through.

What about the money she owes?

Who's gonna pay it?

I knew you'd ruin yourself

and everybody who trusted you.

- How dare you say such things about her?

- It's true.

Doesn't she owe me, me personally,

more than 17,000 francs?

Do you think I'd let her leave Paris without

having the law on her unless she pays?

I'm going to the country just the same.

And what do you think will happen when

the rest of your creditors hear about it...

...and come down on Armand Duval

for your debts?

- They couldn't do that.

- Wait and see.

They'll be after you in a pack.

A pretty holiday you'll have.

Why can't anything ever be perfect once?

What shall I do, Prudence?

You can ask the baron

for money for your debts.

- Now that I'm going to leave him?

- You don't have to tell him everything.

She's right, madame. If you've really set

your heart on going to the country...

...you've got to get some money

from someone, somehow.

What is the matter with you

anyway, Marguerite?

Have you suddenly become

a sentimental schoolgirl?

There's the baron now. The sooner

this matter's settled, the better.

Oh, my dear baron, hail and farewell.

I do hope you will encourage

this new plan of Marguerite's.

A few months in the country would do

her a world of good.

I know the doctor insists on it.

- Really?

- Yes.

- She'll tell you about it herself.

- I don't doubt it.

Busy?

Hello.

Don't you think these accounts

are in a beautiful order?

Beautiful.

- Do you think me very businesslike?

- Very.

But why?

I decided that these bills ought to be paid.

I owe 40,000 francs.

Will you lend me the money?

No.

Oh, but what will I do?

Come to Russia with me, and you can

have as much money as you want.

If you are my friend, why won't

you lend me the money anyway?

Because then you might have

no further use for me.

Well, I don't think you're very generous.

Prudence tells me you plan to go

to the country this summer.

Prudence is a chatterbox.

Living quietly two or three months

in the country, alone...

...obeying your doctor's orders,

sounds an admirable idea.

But extremely unlike you.

- What can you do about it?

- I can deliberately put you out of my mind.

Why should you?

It's become a question

of either avoiding you...

...or taking you

out of this life altogether.

What will you do with me? Lock me in that

gloomy chateau you've got somewhere?

I might.

No one has to tell me...

...you've found a playmate for this

rustic holiday of yours, it's in your face.

But my consolation is...

...I am well rid of such a fool.

Here's the 40,000 francs you need.

But this is my last act of consideration.

If ever we meet again,

it will be on a different basis.

I never make the same mistake twice.

Thank you.

Quiet! Quiet!

Let her sleep.

Oh, no.

You look after the other luggage.

I'll take care of these jewels myself.

- Yes, madame.

- Thank you.

Not very big.

- It's not very grand.

- It's heaven.

- Madame, are you ill?

- No, why should I be ill?

Because you're awake at this early hour

in the morning.

I'm not ill. I'm awake

and I want to get up, Nanine.

Am I dreaming? Are we really here?

We are indeed.

If I'm not mistaken, you'll soon wish you

were in your comfortable house in Paris.

Monsieur Duval alone will see to that.

This place is nothing but a hut.

There are no gaslights, and you have

to fetch water from a reservoir...

...and heat it on a stove.

You can't sleep at night

on account of the birds...

...and before sunup, there was a big noise

like more birds, only worse.

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