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with certain men.

I only figured that out a few days ago.

After I met you.

But...

There's a dinner party

at my house tonight.

I'm expected to attend.

But maybe there's no point.

For once.

I said maybe there's no point.

There's no point

in you staying here either.

The weather is so nice tonight.

We could meet again.

At whatever time you want after dinner.

Wherever you want.

I think it's no longer possible.

For a short time only.

Here, if you want.

How are Pierre's lessons going?

Anne didn't hear you.

True.

We were wondering

how your son's lessons are going.

Forgive me.

At the moment, he's working on a sonatina by Diabelli.

Good. A sonatina, already?

Already, yes.

Miss Giraud, who also teaches my son,

told me this story.

He can't remember

what moderato cantabile means.

No, he can't.

The little darling, he's so little,

how could he?

It's difficult.

He must already be asleep.

Will we get to see him?

He's already asleep.

No, thank you.

I really couldn't. Thank you.

Delicious.

Could it be

the magnolia's strong perfume?

I'm used to these flowers. I'm fine.

- Are you unwell, Mrs Desbardes?

- No.

Sometimes I'm just not hungry.

Anne didn't hear you.

We're going to

a secluded house at the seaside.

A secluded house at the seaside.

The beach?

A lot of fun for the children.

The little darling must be very happy.

Yes.

Anne...

Anne...

What shall I tell them?

That I'm going mad.

Mr Chauvin, I was about to close.

I'm sorry,

but I must see Mrs Desbardes.

We can't meet anywhere but here.

Anybody here?

Why didn't you answer?

I was waiting for you.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

For ever?

Yes, for ever.

Because of me?

- Of us?

- Yes, because of you.

I knew it was impossible.

I never thought it would happen so fast.

If I stayed you wouldn't be able

to walk your son in town.

No.

I couldn't have carried on.

Not even to his piano lessons.

I should have accepted that

someone else can take my son there.

Instead of me.

No.

Everyone's watching me...

It's unbelievable.

I know.

I approve of them watching you.

I wish you never stopped talking.

We weren't able to love each other.

That's how things must be sometimes.

It's been seven days.

Seven nights.

Seven nights, true.

Come closer for a moment.

Maybe one minute.

And we'll manage.

I'll never be able

to talk to anybody else.

You will.

One day you'll speak like this

to a child or whoever.

On a nice day

you'll say "It's a nice day".

You'll want to share that with someone.

- It will happen again.

- No!

That's what you want to believe.

It doesn't matter.

We have little time left.

The day will break soon.

I'm scared...

I'm scared.

I'm scared!

I wish you were dead.

Now I am.

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