Heartbeat Page #7

It may be more than just

discouragement.

These days, one can usually

expect the worst.

It's not that bad.

I was in bed with bronchitis

for a week at Christmas.

But I got over it.

You swear that's all it was.

Good Lord, of course I swear.

What do you want me

to do anyway?

Johnny made it sound

as though...

you were suffering from cancer,

to be exact.

Cancer?

That's why you called me

on the telephone?

You didn't want me

to die all alone.

I don't want you to die at all.

Your hair's just as blond...

your eyes have

the same twinkle...

and you're more beautiful

than ever.

Do you think so?

Didn't anyone tell you?

Yes, but I never

get tired of hearing it.

Of all people...Claire.

She's not as pretty.

I have been wondering

if you're free Thursday.

There's a formal reception

at the La Moll's.

One of their concerts.

They're doing

a sonata of Mozart...

the one you like so much.

You remember?

You know, the sonata

where he always repeats...

that same phrase,

that same little phrase...

the same 4 notes which obsessed

him throughout his life.

But then it might be

rather awkward.

Why would it?

I don't know if

Antoine likes music.

Maybe an invitation from me...

would annoy him.

I think it would.

Give me that

before you break your wrist.

That's it. Elegant.

Do you think

that would take long?

Six minutes.

I nearly phoned you...

at the publisher's

this afternoon...

to ask if we could meet

for an hour.

I had in mind a small hotel,

the Crystal Hotel.

My mother always used to stay

there when she was in Paris.

What does your mother

have to do with it?

Nothing.

It's just that the hotel

is next to your office...

and my mother

always stayed there.

I almost rented a room.

I meant to, but I didn't.

What stopped you?

I guess it's because

your work is important.

It'd be wrong

to distract you.

Lovely, isn't it?

If you distract anyone,

l'd prefer it to be me.

But I didn't mean anyone else.

I didn't want to distract you,

I said.

It's one of those words...

that describes exactly what I mean.

Antoine...are you not happy?

As happy as you could be?

Yes. And you?

Yes. Very happy.

But I would not enjoy

watching it without you.

You'll love it.

This horror movie is good.

It's terrific. One of the best.

Is it long since you saw it?

No, but it's a while back.

I'd love to see it again.

Please stay then

and forget your dinner.

But, sweetheart,

it's an editor's dinner.

You know I'm stuck.

We're presenting my new edition.

It's very important.

See you later.

It won't be too spooky for me?

No, I'm sure it won't.

See you later.

-Antoine!

-What?

Wait a little.

Come here.

Turn around.

That coat you're wearing

looks terrible.

For the price...

Look, Lucille, I have to walk

a mile to get to the dinner.

-Don't get upset.

-Good-bye.

See you.

Hello?

Lucille.

Hello?

How are you?

No, of course not.

But tonight I'm going to

that concert at La Moll's.

Yes, the one I mentioned.

But I'm not.

No, no.

I've decided to go alone.

What do you mean,

nothing to wear?

Wait, just a second.

Hello? You've got

Well, I'll go change.

Antoine, it's me.

You woke me up. What time is it?

A bit past midnight.

How come you're still out

at this hour?

I'm with friends.

I won't stay long.

Well, did you like it?

Yes, it was beautiful.

Good. Come home soon.

I'll leave the key in the door.

Try not to wake me.

I have to get up early tomorrow.

Good night, sweetheart.

Stay here.

Julie, switch the phone on.

Antoine?

I spent the night with Charles.

Antoine, it's finished.

No, you were not happy

with me anymore.

Neither was I.

But it was not your fault,

not mine either.

I'm gone.

No, it's finished.

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