Five Day Lover Page #2

Why small?

A regular piece of land.

With a house on it, even.

I'll take care of the garden.

I can already see the roses.

I'm almost there.

You won't be disappointed.

The curator won't be

disappointed either, for that matter.

Listen to this.

I am listening.

Ambroise Par, whom everyone

talks about since 1405,

discovers, they say,

the seal in the 1 5th century,

which was to become a key element

of all waterworks

in the 1 6th, 1 7th and 1 8th centuries.

I am not surprised.

I have proved the opposite.

I have tirelessly tried

to build a case

against Ambroise Par, this phony.

I prove that he never existed,

the bastard,

which is an admirable discovery,

and you're not surprised.

I am.

What were you saying?

-Ambroise Par has never...

-Oh, yes!

No, a nice little house in the middle

of the forest would be nice

where we would go on weekends.

In Sologne, for example.

Speaking of weekends,

I have a surprise for you.

-We're going to Chantilly.

-Again?

What, again?

Can you please explain to me

why you hate Chantilly this much?

I love Chantilly,

but not every week.

My dream is to have

some peace and quiet.

Do you understand?

Some peace and quiet.

Just you and I.

Some peace and quiet.

Give me that, darling.

Don't worry.

Please let me take my baby.

He will have a runny nose, that's all.

That's our luggage.

Let's start off

with a nice breath of fresh air.

And to think

that some people stay in Paris...

"...He turned, filled with emotion,

towards the wild fields,

and blessed the Lord,

Creator of all Nature."

No, no. I don't understand

why you like poetry.

What did you say?

I don't understand

why you like poetry.

Keep going, it's very good.

"Didn't you dream

of an ancient mirror

where your face could dive

and be rejuvenated?

And suddenly catch your eyes

with your own hands..."

Really. Catch your eyes

with your own hands?

What?

"Catch your eyes

with your own hands..."

I am terribly moved.

It's...

Ah, this is completely wrong.

What?

The tree.

-You're not going to move it again?

-Yes, I am.

Come. Come!

You're going to move it to the right.

Come on.

No, straight ahead.

No, to the left.

Again, again.

There.

It's much better.

-I am exhausted.

-Not yet. Grab the ladder.

-No! No!

-You have to trim the top.

I can't wait for this weekend

to be over.

I can't stand

these "back to the land" Sundays.

Give me the pruner.

Come up here.

Oh, you want me to come up!

I'll go up to the moon!

Little tease!

Antoine, the neighbors.

-They can come and watch.

-Stop!

What are you doing?

You want me to come up, I come up.

You want me to stop, I stop.

Go on!

Right here.

Not even 1 0 centuries ago,

as far as the eye could see,

it was all clay, mud, and frogs.

The Prince set foot here

in his fine boots,

he made plans and gave orders,

and here we are.

What about the fountains?

Impressive, magnificent!

Irrigated by an elevated rice field,

projected through pipes that even

our modern engineers admire.

In 1 682, I remember.

The ambassadors were gathered

on these stairs.

Daddy?

Speaking of stairs, this is fun.

One, two, three, four...

The fourth one.

Right on this step,

the famed Chevillard...

You know, Chevillard?

He was a friend of Saint-Simon.

Who was, actually,

on the other side.

And let us never forget

that Saint-Simon wrote

only lit by candlelight.

And when I say candlelight,

don't forget that...

Anyway, so it was

Saint-Simon and Chevillard,

on these stairs,

in front of the ambassadors.

Captivating, isn't it?

As for the great castle,

it was rebuilt five times.

Her lover, the Cardinal,

comes closer.

The duke shudders.

The superb scarlet lover jumps.

Damn Arts Ministry!

They can't even maintain

their stupid stones!

And the Duke?

I don't care about the duke.

With my luck, I probably

have a pericardial effusion.

-Come here, you.

-What's wrong, my darling?

What's wrong?

I am tired of your little excursions.

You're never in a good mood

on Sundays.

I can't wait for tomorrow

so I can go to work.

Oh, because you work

on Mondays now?

With Madeleine, I suppose?

What's with you and Madeleine?

I don't see what you're doing

with this sack of bones.

I am tired of your jokes.

Be serious, please.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

There we are.

Something else.

Even better!

It's difficult.

I know.

It's hot.

No, don't take them off.

What, you want me to pose?

Like this? Or this?

Or like that?

Anything you do doesn't change

the way you are.

Then I'll stay like this.

I'll close my eyes,

and I'll fall sleep standing up.

Don't move.

This sweater is too much.

I know what you need.

Madam, your own skin

is what suits you best.

It's just for you.

Did you have fun yesterday?

Without you? No.

Is that true?

What about you?

Did they have a good hunting day?

I brought you these.

Did you kill it with one shot?

There were many of them.

Watch out, you'll hurt yourself.

It's not fresh.

Me? I can eat bags of it.

I asked Georges to plant them

all over his park.

Flowers everywhere,

as far as the eye can see.

You can see them from here.

So, you spend your Sundays

gardening as well?

If you could see Georges

amidst the azalea, the rhododendron.

If you could see him

walk on his lawn.

And in the evening, like yesterday,

friends everywhere,

rifles in the large room,

quarrels when it's time

to share the game.

And when night falls,

you can smell the grass

even deep in the wardrobes.

Can you smell it?

You see,

what more could I ask for?

How I would like to offer you parks...

filled with flowers.

What stops you?

You can't?

I would like to give you all that.

But you do, my darling.

You give me everything.

Tell me about Georges.

What time is it?

Time for dinner.

Ill order something.

-Not tonight.

-Why?

I am late, please.

My chauffeur is downstairs,

he can give you a ride.

No, Ill take a cab.

I don't know anything about you.

I don't even know where you live.

See you tomorrow.

-You'll stay over?

-That's impossible.

-Find a way.

-It's so difficult.

Claire!

-Isn't this nice?

-Yes.

You're here every night.

Actually, I probably won't be able

to come home tomorrow.

I am going to Montfort

with Madeleine.

Montfort-l'Amaury,

at Madeleine's.

And you'll spend the night?

Madeleine is only available

late at night.

Look me in the eyes.

I am starting to think that

your Madeleine wears a moustache.

When I say Madeleine,

I mean Madeleine, my darling.

-How much is it?

-30,000.

I have to tell you, I am spending

the night at your place.

What do you mean?

If Georges asks questions,

you tell him

that you're taking me to Montfort.

And actually,

you and I have become inseparable.

Since when?

Three weeks ago.

Since your fashion show.

By the way,

your collection was excellent.

I see, new adventures?

Are you well?

Are you happy?

-If you only knew...

-Another one!

I see. He's handsome, he's rich,

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