Camille Page #6

Chickens, I suppose.

And as for that linen on the beds,

it's so coarse, I scratched all night.

And I never slept better

in my life, Nanine.

How far is it to the inn

where Monsieur Duval is staying?

How should I know, madame?

Now, come, Nanine.

He said he'd be over early this morning.

And I'm so hungry too.

What delicious air.

What a heavenly room.

Good heavens, you scared me!

Can't you knock properly?

Not when I've got me hands full.

A wooden shoe makes a better noise

than your knuckles.

- Good morning, madame.

- Good morning.

The gentleman said you were

to have milk for your breakfast.

Madame likes coffee for her breakfast.

No, no, Nanine. Up in the country,

I like milk better.

At 10:
00, when it's time

to have another bite...

...I'll do you a couple of nice,

fresh eggs.

- What kind of cows do you keep?

- Jersey.

I thought so, they give the best milk.

What do you feed them?

Plenty of red clover, hay and bran mash.

That's silly. The cows get

all the grass they need now.

The thing is not to let them

run their feet off.

- Lf they wanna, you've got to let them run.

- Oh, no, you don't.

I'll take them out walking myself someday,

and I'll show you how to manage them.

- Tired?

- Only nicely tired.

Let's go as far as the top of the hill

and see what's beyond.

Yes.

I don't care what's behind, do you?

No.

Look!

Oh, what a fine sight in this light.

- It looks like a castle of a king.

- Yes.

When I was a little girl,

I always wanted to see...

...what a great chateau

would look like inside.

You are tired.

I'm not used to long country walks yet.

Hello!

- Good evening.

- Good evening, monsieur.

- Are you going any distance?

- As far as the village.

- Good. Will you drive us part of the way?

- With pleasure, monsieur.

- Madame.

- Thank you.

We went much further than we realized.

By the way, whose chateau is that?

You must be strangers here...

...or you'd know it belongs

to my master, Baron de Varville.

Nanine? Nanine.

Put the pail down.

I'll carry it for you in a moment.

- Hasn't any letter come for me yet?

- No, madame.

Take this book, and if it comes while

I am with Monsieur Armand...

...put it in the leaves

and send the book by Jacques.

- Very well.

- Armand must not know about this.

Yes, madame.

Oh, give me the book.

I'll explain to Jacques myself.

- She has some good reason, monsieur.

- Yes, I'm sure of that.

Oh, there you are.

Isn't it the most beautiful day?

Is it so beautiful?

Well, the birds have noticed it.

- Why so silent?

- Why not?

Let's sit down here.

How good the earth smells.

Better than any perfume.

Look, I found a four-leaf clover.

My first good luck.

When I was little, I used to hunt for them,

thinking they would change everything.

Why so gloomy?

If you'll smile, I'll give it to you.

- No, you keep it, it's yours.

- Excuse me.

- This is the book madame was looking...

- Oh, yes, thank you, Jacques.

- So you're reading Manon Lescaut after all.

- Yes.

- No, I won't let you.

- Why not?

Because she was unscrupulous

and faithless, a liar and a cheat.

Well, you used to like her.

She loved him just the same.

He was no better than she

to share her love with others.

- Beggars can't be choosers.

- She shouldn't love a poor man.

You're hurting me.

Give me that book.

Here's the letter you were expecting.

Read it.

You've been selling your jewelry.

Only a ring. So Nichette can have

a wedding dress and a small dowry.

Forgive me.

- Don't I always when you are jealous?

- You're an angel.

Why don't we give Nichette

a real wedding here.

- May I?

- Of course.

Let's write Nichette this moment

and tell her we'll give her a wedding.

- Will you come and spell the hard words?

- Yes.

Amen.

- "With this ring, I thee wed."

- With this ring, I thee wed.

- "And I plight unto thee my troth."

- And I plight unto thee my troth.

Amen.

- "With this ring, I thee wed."

- With this ring, I thee wed.

- "And I plight unto thee my troth."

- And I plight unto thee my troth.

Amen.

Congratulations, my boy!

My dear! Oh, what a pity all Paris

can't see that dress.

It's the prettiest one

we've ever turned out of the shop.

- Oh, congratulations, my dear.

- Thank you.

Why is everybody crying?

Wasn't it beautiful?

Wasn't it all beautiful?

- Who are you?

- I'm the butcher, madame.

Darling Marguerite.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

- My little Nichette.

You've made me feel like a princess

with a fine wedding gown...

...and a dowry and such

a beautiful, beautiful wedding.

- I must kiss the bride too.

- And I, the happy bridegroom.

- Ready at last. Come along, come along.

- Don't hurry me.

Wine used to go to my head

and make me gay...

...and now it goes to my legs

and makes me old.

- Get along, get along.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

What did you and Prudence have

your heads together about so long?

I won't tell you yet.

Of course, she thinks you're a fool

for wasting yourself on me.

Perhaps you are.

What did Gaston mean by

"an appointment you'd lost"?

Nothing. Some chap was given

a post by the foreign office...

...that Gaston seemed to think I wanted.

- Are you sure you didn't?

- Yes, quite sure.

It meant my leaving France.

Shall we...? Shall we go inside?

We might go to the top of the hill.

- Look at the baron's chateau?

- No.

Are you going to spoil a day like this

by being jealous?

No, of course not. Only...

...I always know he's there.

But I'm always here.

Don't ever leave me.

I never will.

But you...

- I can't bear our summer to end.

- Nor I.

- Could you go on living like this?

- I couldn't live any other way now.

Listen, I've written my father,

asking him to turn my money over to me.

- Oh, why?

- So I can make plans for our future.

And you won't have to live in two rooms

five flights up like Nichette either.

You'll have a little house

in the garden, all your own.

I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow to see the

lawyer who made my grandfather's will.

- You know what I asked Prudence to do?

- No, what?

Sell everything, pay everything.

So I could take a flat like Nichette's

with what I have left.

Really? You mean you'd give up

everything for me?

Everything in the world. Everything.

Never be jealous again. Never doubt

that I love you more than the world...

...more than myself.

Then...

...marry me.

- What?

- I married you today.

Every word the priest said

was meant for us...

...and in my heart,

I made all of the vows to you.

- And I to you.

- Then...

No, no. That isn't fitting.

Let me love you. Let me live for you.

Don't let me ask any more

from heaven than that.

God might get angry.

Oh, why does anybody want

to keep bees, anyhow? They're so fickle.

If they want to fly away, let them.

They'll fly away when they

get the swarming fever...

...unless we make so much noise

they settle down again.

They're going to settle in that tree.

Look.

Every time I eat a mouthful of honey,

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