Un Coeur en Hiver Page #2

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by a work of art, isn't that something?

It's always been so

I don't think so

You almost agree

For you, too, there's the sensitive

individual in the blind masses

I didn't say that

No, you said there's a natural

selection of people destined...

Not at all

You said some things that others don't

That's what you said

Yes, but... I exclude no one

Neither do I

You have no opinion?

None?

He's above debate

I hear arguments, all valid

If we cancel each other out,

we can't talk

A tempting prospect

I don't share your goodwill

Fine, we'll respect your silence

Speaking, one risks sounding stupid

Not speaking, one may

appear intelligent

Maybe one is simply afraid

Afraid of what?

Of yourself, perhaps

That must be it

You worry me

Don't discourage such revelations.

I think you're becoming complacent

- He's trying to move us

- Some attempt

Mission impossible

I withdraw what I said: Madame Amet's

apple pie is a work of art

Delicacy of flaking pastry

- A touch of...

- Cinnamon

Is it long since Lachaume taught?

Seven or eight years

He has an odd relationship

with Stphane

We'd never met socially...

he's so disagreeable

You have to know him; it's all

a game he's playing

You'd have to defend your friend

I'm not trying to;

I accept him as he is

And you?

No, you're not disturbing me

She's asleep

You think so?

Maybe. All right, I'll tell her

That was Stphane

What did he want?

To talk to you

On relection, he thinks he can

do better by the violin

He'll come to your rehearsal

Why? The violin's perfect

He knows what he's doing. Trust him

It's a small thing, but...

if you don't mind

Yes, it's different...

better, isn't it?

Purer

It didn't strike you before?

Yes, but... it takes time to...

It didn't seem the right moment

to mention it, then later...

All right?

Yes, but...

Weren't you playing a bit fast?

You want to check the pacing?

Yes, if you don't...

It's lovely

You're going already?

Have you others to see?

No, but I must let you work

Odd how the oldest varnish

has kept its colour

If you effect a sale, will I owe you?

No commission, just my appraisal fee

I think I have a buyer for you

Will you excuse me a moment?

Did you say Kornfeld wanted

a Gagliano?

- Has he found one?

- I don't think so

I can still catch him

- Isn't that too tight?

- It usually is; you must enlarge it

Two little restorations,

otherwise perfect

Can you come to Amsterdam?

Not the day after tomorrow.

Friday, if you like

All right, Friday

That was the price, Monsieur Kornfeld

Hold on, please

Give me five minutes

We'll be with you by eleven a.m.

Perfect

- Now what do you do?

- Adjust the heel

- I think it's...

- That's good

Very good, in fact

You did it, didn't you?

Tomorrow we'll glue it

Maxime's busy, so...

You were there? You should have spoken

I didn't want to disturb you.

Is he your apprentice?

And this violin?

He's making it; his first instrument

- How long does it take?

- A month or so; eighty pieces

A drink?

Yes, I'd like that

While we wait for Maxime

Please sit down

- Fruit juice? Whisky?

- Whisky

- With water?

- No, neat

I needed that; I've had

a rather difficult day

- Rehearsals?

- No, they're going well

No, it's not that

Not Maxime, is it?

No, not Maxime

I quarrelled with Rgine

Horrible things were said

About what?

I don't want to say

It got to me, though

I thought she knew me

better than that

- How long have you known her?

- Ten years

Without her, I'd never have

achieved what I have

She stopped me from giving up

in despair. I owe her everything

Maybe you resent that

She's protection for you

Which I needed...

...but it's become a

sort of dependence

Which you can no longer accept

Yes, that's it, exactly

It seems simple, but

it's hard to accept

But you already knew this

Yes, but I've never

spoken of it before

Oppportunity

Am I in the way?

Quite the contrary

- When are you recording?

- On Monday

Couldn't get away from my Dutchman

A bit austere, isn't he?

Sorry, we're late; see you tomorrow

So, not just conversation,

but real intimacy?

She came to me

But it's what you expected

Let's say, what I hoped for

Are you in love with her?

I know you bristle at the word

No, it disorientates me.

Let me think

No, I don't think I am

Anyhow, it's Maxime she loves

At one point I did get the impression

that she'd rather have dinner with me

An impression

Could you be jealous of Maxime?

I never have been, and doubt

I could be

You win. I'm playing well, too

- You can have your revenge

- No, my flight's in two hours

I'll leave you drunk with victory

- Will you be back tonight?

- Yes, the nine o'clock flight

I'm glad you two are getting on;

I was a bit worried

And you're relieved?

Yes, selfishly I prefer it that way

I wonder if we shouldn't have got

better musicians to back her

I think they're fine

The cellist?

Christophe? No, he understands her;

they complement each other perfectly

- What bothers me is, he loves her

- Don't say you're worried

No, it's her, fending him off but

trying not to hurt him. Energy wasted

I've never before admired

someone I love

So I'm forced into greater rigours...

...excising lazy habits

- You manage it rather well

- It's exhausting

A healthy exhaustion

She's guarded if you question her,

not for coquettish reasons

In fact she reveals herself

only in her playing

- Does that bother you?

- On the contrary

- Time's tight, but want a lift?

- No, I'll walk a bit

Very, very good

Shall we take a break?

You were here?

You heard?

- Yes, the end

- And what did you think?

- Excellent

- Really?

I was floundering earlier, though

Have you time for a drink?

It's a short break, but...

We can go to the caf

- I think...

- Let's go

- Did Maxime ask you to come?

- No

- It seems less heavy

- Shall we run for it?

- Won't you freeze?

- No, I'll be fine

- How about something to eat?

- A sandwich?

No, your cheese plate

and a half of beer

How are things with Rgine?

Better. She has 'flu, a raging fever,

so I'm busily mothering her

My fingertips are stinging

Why did you give up

at the Conservatoire?

Not gifted

Didn't like my sounds

- Too much the critic?

- That must be it

- It's a quality

- That's debatable

There's a table for you

You said you were at Versailles.

Where were you really?

You're always lying!

You're crazy!

- Have you always lived alone?

- Yes, mostly

You enjoy solitude?

I'm a thwarted Ioner, but

enjoy the company of men

- And of women, too

- That's not the same thing

I face up to things as they are

But you're a rotten coward.

Don't do that!

I fear for their future

I think he's crying

Haven't you ever been in love?

I must have been

Maxime spoke of Hlne.

What is she to you?

Someone I appreciate; we get on well

You don't like talking about yourself?

Not much

It doesn't serve any real purpose

It depends who you're with

I can stay silent for days, then

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