Pleasure Page #5

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For three months Jean didn't realize

she looked like all the other models

Anyway, his new style was popular

I'm buying No.8

- And you are?

- Monsieur Leconte

- Congratulations. It's sold

- Sold? Thank you

You've sold

You've sold, my darling

You know what? We'll rent

a beautiful country house

But not a new one. An old farm

we can do up

- That's expensive

- It'll be fine

And trees. There'll be a tree

that's been struck by lightning

Not like that, then. Like this

I witnessed their first argument

It happens to us all.

Familiarity breeds contempt

To spend your life

with someone...

...you don't need lust,

which soon dies...

...but similar minds,

temperaments and moods

We were walking silently

in the woods...

...imbued with the river's coolness

cutting through our bodies...

...and drowning our minds

in happiness

Suddenly Josphine shouted

Did you see that big fish?

Yes, I saw it

No, your back was turned

True. I wasn't thinking

So don't say you saw it

Will you go to Paris tomorrow?

I haven't decided yet

Do you think walking silently is fun?

Clever people usually talk

What about you?

It's relaxing. People talk too much

about nothing

You mean me?

Not particularly. Everyone

Be quiet, please

Why? Does it bother you?

Yes, you're spoiling the walk

What?

You didn't always say that

The dreadful, silly scene began...

...with unexpected reproaches,

then tears

You'd be nothing without me

Three months later she was fighting

the invisible ties...

...of the relationship in which

she was caught

What time do you call this?

I come home when I like

Meanwhile I cook your dinner and

wait for you. You think I'm your maid?

- If you don't like it, fine

- You want me to leave

They argued all day, insulting

each other and fighting

You're not going out

Give me that key

- Give it to me

- You're hurting me

Give it to me

Don't touch that

- At least you're working

- It's all I enjoy

He needs more and more money

He's smitten

Or it's for a parting gift

I doubt it. Painters can't do that

You've really left this time

Well done

I couldn't throw her out

Thank you for taking me in

It's only right

We won't be in each other's way

We'll be fine together

We both have our professions

- What will she do?

- What can she do?

Put your things down here.

You'll soon forget her

I'll make up your bed

by the window

Don't worry. It's not your fault

she became unbearable

- Maybe I became unbearable first

- Because you'd had enough

When it starts to break down...

Have a seat

Maybe I was wrong

Was it love or pride? Anyway,

she searched everywhere for him

No one had seen him

She waited for him every night

One night, around nine o'clock...

...Jean was working.

He thought he'd escaped

It's her, isn't it?

I don't think he can...

I should have known he was here.

You've always hated me

I don't want your money

Or your letter

Or your dismissal

I won't be treated like a tart

I didn't go after you

You begged me, you took me

So now keep me

Are you going to stalk me

until I die?

Let me explain it to her

- There's nothing to explain

- Listen, my dear

I have something to tell you.

Don't make a scene

Don't take life so seriously.

It's no use

He still loves you. It's just that...

He still loves you, but it's

the same old story

His family wants to marry him off.

He has to agree

Do you understand now?

I understand very well

So no scene, all right?

Don't worry about me.

I can't hear a thing

He says you're getting married

If you do, I'll kill myself

I swear if you get married,

I'll kill myself

Kill yourself, then

You shouldn't dare me

I'll throw myself out of the window

It's upstairs

Upstairs

What?

There you are

When she was found with broken legs

I thought he'd go mad with remorse

Whether he wanted to make amends

or was touched by her crazy act...

...he married her

Because his life was over,

all he could do was work

- That's the whole story

- Won't you say hello?

He never forgave me for interfering.

He was wrong

He found love, glory and fortune

Isn't that happiness?

Still, it's very sad

But, my friend, happiness is not

a joyful thing

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