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At the very moment
My whole body and soul
I gave to his uncle.
Now he robs me.
After having stolen me from my husband.
You mean he stole you
from Monsieur Delpich? I am astonished.
I was in Valenciennes.
As I lay in my room, he entered
through the window with a gun.
I was half nude.
He put the gun to my head, and swore
he'd shoot me if I made a sound.
I was raped.
Then he opened my drawer and took out
all the letters my mother had sent me.
It's a secret in our family,
but it's true, Father.
My mother had a lover.
Georges Randal blackmailed me
with those letters.
"Come with me, or I'll tell your father."
To save his honor, I abandoned
my husband, whom I adored.
I can't speak of the existence
I have been forced to lead since.
I am so ashamed!
The wretch! I'll have him arrested at once.
But, no, it's impossible.
Why?
Those letters, Madame.
He kept the letters.
He must have them somewhere.
If Randal is arrested,
your father will know the truth.
That's true.
What can we do?
Madame, in spite of the temptations
of the flesh,
have you retained some kind
of religious sentiment?
Oh, yes.
Bravo, its support is needed
in our existence.
Did you hear that? I have proposed
that she retires to a convent.
To a mers convent?
Very funny, Georges.
I think that the woman is hysterical,
like all the others.
She would throw herself in the fire
to save you,
and have you sent to the scaffold.
My Lord, how cold this life
does seem all of a sudden.
We're surrounded by mad women.
And men.
How weary I feel.
Why this disgust towards the others,
towards everything,
towards oneself?
Why do we have hearts?
What's the matter with you?
You won't see me at the funeral.
I'm leaving.
- Where are you going?
- To China.
Why not?
You might say I'm trying to insure
the success of my obsessions.
But I have no obsessions.
Not even a goal.
What about you?
I suppose you'll give it all up,
as Roger did?
- Would it surprise you if I did?
- No.
Thievery's no longer what it used to be.
And besides, your ambitions are fulfilled,
I suppose.
No.
No?
which I know to be impossible.
You too?
That day when I shall see one person,
somebody like you, for example,
but surer of his powers...
Lord, spare me the anguish of thinking.
It's too sad.
Offer me a meal
to celebrate your ineritance.
It's the respectable Austrian.
Madame Delpich won't go to the convent.
It's a pity!
In conclusion, Mademoiselle,
I'd like to say how pleased I am
that your father reverted to a more
generous attitude before his death.
I had on my desk a will
which disinerited you.
This has now been nullified by reason
of this document we've just read.
So all is well that ends well.
I have just one regret,
that is, the civil burial.
But after all,
one must respect his last wishes.
I'll show you out.
Good-bye. You've been very kind.
Thank you for coming.
Georges! You are here.
You're rich at last.
Maitre Vivon is so nice.
He'll be going away in July.
The servants are all absent
He has a double lock, he said,
but no alarm.
Let's take a long vacation.
Just like the idle rich.
and all his safes and double locks?
Georges, it's so good not to have to worry
about you. You'll be good, won't you?
No.
Do you think I could?
I would like to.
My life will go on, Charlotte.
I won't change.
Don't expect any change at all.
But all your friends have retired.
That may be, but I never could.
Is it stronger than you?
Stronger than anything.
The first time at the Montareuils,
I didn't know.
But then, as I broke into the locked desk
and saw the jewels
gleaming in the shadow
and felt the weight of them in my hand...
I first did it to get even with your father,
for revenge.
Suddenly, I knew happiness.
I felt alive.
I was satisfied.
It was happiness.
At night, in an unknown house,
when all is quiet and I arrive,
and all those things
are there for the taking,
I feel as if I were reborn.
Then what?
Then?
I go home.
Once again, I feel won'thless,
waiting
for the next time.
I wait for the whole thing to begin again.
I need you, Charlotte.
You're the only one I can tell
that I'm lonely.
Paris.
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