Waltz of the Toreadors Page #5

for him I am to marry.

- His name?

- Oh, if only I knew.

Then, there's no-one else?

- No-one.

- May I hope?

You may.

Garon, another meringue.

But our love was not to be.

You wanted marriage or nothing.

And I had a family and a career.

The following year,

I was unable to come to Paris.

But in '92,

we met briefly in the Bois de Boulogne.

My love.

My love.

That was all we had time for.

I had to attend a meeting of the Chiefs of Staff

that very morning.

Then in '97,

you remember the Jardin des Lacs?

We spent a whole afternoon together.

You no longer insisted on marriage,

only on love.

And I who had longed to make you my mistress,

I was now afraid to take the irrevocable step.

However, I did agree that the following year,

come what may,

I would join you at your house in St Cloud.

Oh, is everything ready, Clothilde?

Yes, Mademoiselle, the bed is prepared.

Oh, he's here.

- Don't come out till I call you.

- No, Mademoiselle.

Oh.

Er, I'm sorry, my dear,

fell off my damned horse this morning.

Oh!

I'm sorry, my dear. I'll make it up to you.

Dear little, patient Ghislaine.

I'll make it up to you.

I swear I will.

But when? When?

Leo, we are leaving at once.

I have it all planned.

Good Lord, it's er... It's not happening, is it?

Yes, Leo, it's happening. It's happening at last.

- Oh, viens, Leo. Viens.

- Yes, but, Ghislaine...

I've planned this in my mind so many times.

I know every detail,

just like you planning your last campaign.

Er...

Er...which campaign was that, my love?

- The one in North Africa, of course.

- Oh, yes.

That one, yes.

I remember that well.

There was all those little native girls.

Now, which of these uniforms shall I take?

No, Leo, you won't be needing those any more.

- What?

- Come on.

But, Ghislaine...

Allez, viens.

Why have we come through the kitchen, Leo?

- Well, I must say goodbye to the old place.

- Oh!

Leo, I'm still waiting.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry.

Where shall we stop first?

- At the inn, of course.

- Of course.

- No, wait. That's impossible.

- Why?

It's hardly proper for a lady in your position.

Why? Why is it always ladies of no position

who have all the fun, Leo?

- Allez, viens.

- It's all...

I'll go straight to my room.

Try and get the one next to it.

Very good, my dear. I'll join you presently.

- I'm sorry about all the noise, madam.

- My key, please.

Yes.

By Jove, it's old Fitz!

I couldn't let you have your first meet

without making an appearance.

The Challenge Cup for the General.

I'm never going to get back after this lot.

Fix me up with a room for the night, would you?

- I could put you in with Sir Roger.

- I'm not sleeping with Sir Roger, damn it!

- It's all there is, General.

- Yes, but I...

- Down in one.

- Down the hatch, come on.

- To the hunt, gentlemen.

- To the hunt!

Jug-a-lug. Jug-a-lug.

Jug-a-lug. Jug-a-lug.

Jug-a-lug. Jug-a-lug.

Jug-a-lug. Jug-a-lug...

Well done, General.

- Oh, well done, old chap.

- Come on, General.

- Plenty more where that came from.

- Bet you're thirsty. Come on, General, dive in.

Well, er, to the Regiment.

To the Regiment!

I'm sorry, I...

I can't stay any longer.

Cooee. Cooee. I'm here, my love.

Oh, oh!

My God, I'm most terribly sorry. I er...

I thought that was the front door and, er...

I guess I've...

Goodbye, sir.

Good night, Vicar. Good night, Vicar.

Hello, old boy. I thought you'd gone home.

Jump up behind

and I'll take you down for another drink.

Come on. She's a bit fiery tonight. Ready?

Come on, Jenkins.

The GeneraI's back.

What are you waiting for?

- Come on, General.

- Come on, sir. All yours.

Gentlemen...

Gentlemen, good night.

Oh, my Romeo!

Always the romantic.

But I thought you would never come.

Well, there were problems, my love,

but strategy won through. I'm rather wet.

- Take off your clothes, my darling.

- Yes, I'd better.

And you, my love.

I'm going to wear something

I have kept for you for 17 years.

I'm never going to get these things dry.

I have saved it and myself for you alone.

My love.

Hm, not all that wet.

- Are you ready, my darling?

- Always ready,

my darling.

Always ready.

- Who's that?

- The maid.

I ordered a warming pan for the bed.

- Where am I going to go?

- The balcony. Quickly.

It's raining out.

- Look, I can't possibly go out here again.

- Of course you can, Leo. It's only for a moment.

I'm going to get terribly wet out here.

I could have sworn

I left my horse here somewhere.

Same here old boy

- What the deviI's that?

- Let's go and look.

It's the jolly old General again.

- Looks like he's had one over the eight to me.

- Let's give him a hand and take him home.

- Morning, sir.

- Oh, good morning.

Oh, er, do you happen to know

if Mademoiselle has gone out yet?

Couldn't say, sir, but...I'm in.

What? Oh. Oh, yes.

Oh, dear, I seem

to have picked up something yesterday.

Yes, I did.

I did.

- Got you!

- Good heavens!

This time we won't let you go until you decide.

- Make up your mind, Robert.

- One or other of us, you promised.

Girls, you know...

you know I feel the same about you both.

Kiss me, Robert.

- Oh, really, please.

- Me first. Kiss me.

- Shut up, you fat pudding. It's me he wants.

- Leave him, he's mine.

Good God, have you all gone mad?

Explain yourselves.

- She started it.

- I didn't. She did.

Leave the room at once.

This instant.

I'm...I'm frightfully sorry about all this, sir.

- Shall we be working today, sir?

- I...I shall, Robert,

but without your assistance.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Take the day off, my boy.

Get away somewhere, you know.

Get away and have...have a bit of fun.

Oh, thank you very much, sir.

Yes. Yes, perhaps I... Perhaps I will, sir.

- Bless you.

- Excuse me, sir.

And, Robert...

Robert, find yourself a girl...

..a nice girl,

as long as she doesn't look like those two, and...

..if she happens to be the right one,

remember General Fitzjohn

and don't hang around, do you understand?

Yes, sir, I understand.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

All right, madam.

I'll come up.

- Mr Jenkins.

- The lady, sir?

- Yes.

- Gone.

- What?

- Catching the early train.

Stop the train!

Ghislaine!

Stop!

Hey, stop!

Come back. Hey, stop!

Come back!

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle,

- I must speak with you.

- You have a message?

From the General?

No, me. Come away with me.

I don't understand.

- I love you.

- What?

I love you.

How dare you!

I would dare anything for you, Mademoiselle.

Well?

I want a divorce, madam.

You monster!

You shabby old fraud.

- Now, madam...

- You rotten, decaying old goat.

- Damn you!

- Have you no pity?

I might have died on that railway line.

Died? You knew damn well the train had gone.

You take advantage of my illness to deceive me.

- Illness, my foot!

- And now you dare to talk of divorce.

Girls, kitchen maids -

anything's meat for your lecherous tooth.

Blast you! What about your infidelities?

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