Madame Bovary Page #6

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We know each other. I trust you.

I insist. At least take the chain.

Leave everything here.

As for the coat...

don't bring it to the house.

Give me the address and have it

made ready.

Is everything ready? Are you

sure?

Are you sad?

No, why?

Are you sad to leave this place

and start anew?

I have nothing here. You're

everything I have!

I'll be everything to you...

your family and your home!

You're so charming.

Is it true? Do you love me? Swear

it.

Do I love you?

Do I love you? I adore you!

Oh, Rodolphe, I'm too happy!

My darling Rodolphe.

Midnight!

It's tomorrow.

One more day.

You have the passports?

Forgotten anything?

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You'll wait at the Hotel de

Provence at midday?

See you tomorrow.

Till tomorrow.

"Be brave, Emma, be brave.

I don't wish to ruin your life.

I was leading you to an abyss.

Oh Emma, forget me.

Why did I have to meet you? Why

were you so beautiful?

Is it my fault?

Heavens, no, blame only fate.

The world is cruel, Emma.

Everywhere, there would have

been awkward questions...

gossip and perhaps even insults.

I'll be gone when you read these

sad lines.

I must flee to avoid the

temptation of seeing you again.

Farewell.

Your friend, Rodolphe."

He read the letter through.

He found it good.

Is madame in?

This is for her.

Give it to me.

No, I have to give it personally.

My master sent this, ma'am.

Give him a coin.

The master's waiting. The meal's

ready.

Emma! Where are you?

Come on!

I knew it.

That vinegar would wake a dead

man.

Speak to us!

It's me...

your loving Charles.

Here's your little girl. Kiss her.

No one...

The poor thing.

- She's gone again.

- No, she's sleeping.

The fit's over. What could have

made her faint?

Be careful not to wake her.

One of my friends, Brideux, in

Forges...

owns a dog that has a fit when it

sniffs a snuff-box.

Isn't that strange?

A fever set in...

and for 43 days, Charles didn't

leave her side...

neglected his patients and stopped

sleeping.

Her strength...

returned when the paths...

were covered with autumn leaves.

Don't tire yourself.

Sit on the bench there.

No, not there!

You'll be all right.

Am I disturbing you? I'm here to

ask...

about Emma.

You know you're always welcome.

I was doing my accounts.

I don't know how...

to pay for all the medicine I've

had.

You owe me nothing.

I'm much obliged but I'm

embarrassed.

The season hasn't been too good.

I was so busy with the poor dear.

How is she?

A lot better but she still has

short relapses.

I have to be so very careful.

She's resting now. The priest's

with her.

Bournissien? I hear he's often

here.

I hope she's not turning religious

on us.

She tells me faith is a great

comfort to her.

In my view, you should take her

out...

take her to the theatre.

I'd come too if I could get away.

Logardy is giving a concert in

Rouen...

before leaving for England.

I didn't understand everything...

but I quite like it.

Would you like some barley

water?

Yes please. It's so hot.

I never thought I'd get away. Such

a crush.

Guess who I bumped into?

Monsieur Leon!

Leon?

None other. He's coming to pay his

respects.

You're back in Rouen?

Since when?

Be quiet or leave!

Come on, it's hot and I'm bored.

Stay a little.

Please, I'm stifling. Let's go.

True, it is hot.

Does opera bore you?

You can't imagine.

I returned from Paris last week.

I'm spending two years here to

learn the trade.

Business isn't the same here as in

Paris.

How's Berthe? And the Homais?

Berthe has grown a lot.

The Homais...

Are very well.

They seem satisfied...

but after Rubini or Gresi...

Lagardy isn't much despite all his

noise.

He's supposed to be good in the

last act.

It's a shame we left before the

end.

He's performing again in two days.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Unless you want to stay, my pet.

It could do you good.

Lagardy is quite sublime in the

last act.

I'm sorry I felt ill.

Stay! Come back on Sunday.

If you want to...

it means it's good for you.

Allow me...

Leon...

you shouldn't, really...

It's agreed, then? Tomorrow at

six.

Unfortunately, I have to go home.

But you, Emma...

It's just...

I'm not sure...

Think about it and we'll see.

Just sleep on it.

Nowthat you're back in these

parts...

I hope you'll come to dinner from

time to time.

You can count on it.

I have to go to Yonville on

business.

Good-night.

M. and Mme Bovary, please.

Number seven, but the gentleman

left.

Oh, Leon...

I'm pleased to see you.

I didn't say where we were

staying.

I found you.

You decided to stay?

Yes, and I was wrong.

One shouldn't acquire such tastes

when one's so busy.

I can imagine.

No you can't, you're not a woman.

If only you knew of my dreams!

And mine!

I've suffered too.

I'd wander along the Seine.

A print-seller had an engraving of

a Muse.

I'd stare at it for hours on end.

She looked like you.

I'd tear up my letters to you.

But why? Why?

Because I loved you.

I always thought so...

So...

So?

Why is it nobody has ever

expressed such feelings to me?

An idealistic soul is hard to understand.

If only we'd met sooner...

I've often thought that.

What a dream!

We could start now.

No, my friend! I'm too old... and

you're too young.

Forget me! You'll love others.

Not like you!

What a child you are.

Please, be good. I want you to.

Forgive me!

Heavens, it's late! I forgot all

about the concert.

Poor Bovary left me here for that.

I must go home tomorrow.

Really?

It's impossible. I've something I

must tell you.

Haven't you understood?

You speak well.

Please don't joke.

Let me see you just once more.

Not here anyway.

Wherever!

Oh, Lord.

Tomorrow at eleven in the

cathedral.

You're mad.

You're mad!

Till tomorrow.

Does the gentleman wish to visit

the church?

Does madame wish to visit the

church?

No, we don't wish to visit the

church.

Why not?

Because... I have other plans.

Thank you, you're so kind.

Come along.

Where are we going?

- Get me a cab.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, Leon, really...

I don't know if I should.

It's not done.

What?

It's done in Paris all the time.

- Where to, sir?

- Wherever!

Carry on! Carry on!

Move on!

Wait, Hivert! Wait! Wait for me!

Wait a minute.

My trunk's ready. I'll be right

down.

Madame Bovary...

you have to go to see M. Homais.

It's urgent.

I'll go home first.

No, it's very urgent, you have to go

right now.

Hippolyte will take your trunk.

Are you mad? Look what you've

done!

What's wrong?

I asked him to fetch a bowl...

for the extra red-currants.

So he went to the store to get it.

Do you know what we have in

there?

Did you see the bottle full of

white powder...

with the label saying "dangerous"?

Know what's in it, idiot? Arsenic!

And you took the bowl next to it!

Next to the arsenic? You'll kill us!

Us or a patient!

You want to see me in court, don't

you?

I wonder why I bother helping you.

I should have let you wallow in

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