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Your party tonight

is a smashing success.

Whenever Claire begins acting

somewhat perverse...

you know it's a good party.

It's true. How observant.

That's very surprising

because...

I've always thought

that you seemed a bit--

-a bit muddled?

-Exactly.

Do you have a son?

No, it's my nephew.

What are you doing here?

Destre wants to see you.

I'm showing the apartment

to Lucille...

and while I'm at it, I'm

straightening out your things...

because you're such

a disorganized creature.

What about my things?

Let's not exaggerate--

a tie of yours, a razor.

Wouldn't you be annoyed

with a mess like this?

We don't have the same room,

Charles and I.

There you are.

I wanted to show you something.

I'm curious to know what it is.

Let me get a refill.

Did you ever wonder what the

artist's political views are?

I'm frightened by you.

By me?

You intrigue me.

You'll laugh at it,

but you intrigue me.

No, I'm not laughing of you.

You're only interested

in the things that please you.

Am I right?

Don't be ashamed of it.

Good evening.

Lovely to see you.

No, it's admirable.

In this friendly group...

it's the best means

of staying sane...

a moment or two longer.

Thank You.

But I am fond of you, too.

Be careful. Happiness like yours

could be dangerous.

Not at all.

I'm always in a good mood

in charming company.

-That's water.

-That's right.

Excuse me, will you?

Paul's been signaling.

I'm sorry.

You seem happy.

Yes. Why, you're not?

No. That's where I'm different.

I can't stand phony situations.

Wait. Surely you don't

expect me to fly apart...

just because I found

one of your ties here?

Especially since

it's one of your awful ones.

Though against all that white,

I thought it looked natural...

You'll be in Charles' arms

in an hour.

No, I won't. I'll be alone.

Anyhow, you won't be with me.

It was so awful

when you walked in.

I blushed like a schoolgirl.

I couldn't bring myseIf

to look at you.

I was shaking.

So was I.

But I feel much better now.

In fact, I feel wonderful.

Almost like someone in love.

It's only water.

What in the world have you two

been telling each other?

If it was as amusing,

tell me about it, too.

I adore funny stories.

I think it's just

something silly.

Then you ought to come out

with it to amuse us.

But I've forgotten it by now.

That's what's so funny.

Antoine, you tell it,

or shouldn't we ask?

One should never ask

those things.

Do you think so?

Charles, I've had

too much to drink.

That's ok.

Shall we go home then?

I believe that would be

really sensible.

What is it?

I think we'd better go home

right now.

-You've had that much to drink?

-Yes.

I'm all right.

You haven't said a word,

Charles...

and I know what that means.

You want to follow me

into my room tonight...

but at five o'clock,

Antoine held me in his arms...

and at five tomorrow,

he will again.

I can't think of anyone else

holding me.

Not even you, Charles.

And God knows how much

I love--I like you.

I'm so happy, I could...

I have a bit of a headache.

Remind me to take an aspirin

when we get home so I can sleep.

Roll up your window.

You'll catch pneumonia.

No, I won't.

The fresh air does me good.

I'm afraid of losing you,

Lucille.

I'm in a constant state

of desire and panic...

like some poor, unhappy animal.

I've got to make a trip

to New York.

Why don't you come with me

this time?

Why not?

How long will you be gone?

A week or two.

New York's lovely in the spring.

We've only been there

in the winter together.

Doesn't do it justice.

No, it's not possible.

Two weeks away from Antoine.

l'd trade all the cities

in the world for his room.

-Good afternoon.

-Afternoon.

-How have you been?

-all right.

Something I can get you?

Not right now.

You're looking very chipper.

You don't happen to have seen--

No, he hasn't been in...

but I have an extra key,

if you like.

He always leaves it here.

Just bring it back.

Hello? I'm afraid that there's

something wrong with my phone.

There's a call. I--

Boss' fault.

He kept us two hours longer.

I was afraid

you'd be gone by now.

Talk, talk.

I thought you'd be angry.

I was afraid I'd let you down.

You know what?

I'm afraid I'm in love.

That's great. So am I.

Don't forget about the flowers

in her room.

My suitcase packed?

I only have some shirts

to put in it.

And send me a postcard.

You know I collect them.

Here. Take this.

And go to the bank?

That's the way to get money.

Did you have a good day?

A very good day.

-Charles?

-Yes?

-I'm frightened.

-Of what?

That I've been missing out

on life...

or at least

what life is supposed to be.

Charles,

should one have a passion?

A job you're involved in...

to earn a living,

to prove you exist?

I'm sure there are

more important things.

Just as long as you're happy.

Is happiness enough?

Absolutely.

But...

What?

What were you going to say?

It doesn't matter.

Your involved

metaphysical reflections...

give you a more muddled air

than usual.

That's what you always say.

You're right.

When's your flight leaving?

The plane leaves at eight.

I'd much rather not go at all.

Well, what do you think?

Whatever you say.

Your heart beats so fast.

Are you very tired?

No. It's the "Chamade."

I don't understand.

What's the "Chamade"?

I'm not sure what it means.

We'll look it up tonight

in the dictionary.

Cut it out.

Stop fooling around.

Martha?

You're on a first-name basis

with her?

-She's over sixty.

-I don't believe you.

Martha, it's Antoine.

The alarm clock

never woke me up.

Look, tell Mr. Cordier

that I'm on my way. OK?

Thanks.

That was childish, I know,

but he pays the bills.

-I can't afford to annoy him.

-No.

Do you earn a lot of money?

No, I've got

a pretty interesting job...

but I don't earn very much.

Why do you ask?

Is it important for you?

No, but it's convenient

to have money, that's all.

By convenient,

do you mean that it's important?

What are all the questions for?

Because...I intend

to live with you...

so I'll have

to take care of you.

I'm able to take care of myseIf.

It's not as

if I had never worked.

I worked a year on "Appeal,"

a magazine, but it folded.

It was pleasant work.

Not much money, but--

No, you know very well

what I mean.

I want you to live

right here with me.

I won't be able to give you the

same advantages you've had...

so you have to choose.

What about Charles?

Well, it's Charles or me.

-You've got to choose.

-But why?

Charles comes back

day after tomorrow.

That's right.

Day after tomorrow, you either

come here for good...

or we won't see

each other anymore.

There you are. It's simple.

Charles, we've been together

for two years.

No, three years..

I can't believe--

Yes, three years.

For three marvelous years--

And I don't have to tell you...

that my feelings

are deep and profound.

You know that.

And because that's true, I can't

bring myseIf to lie about this.

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