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Come for a demonstration of strength, juggling, acrobatics.

Ladies and gentlemen

please.

Miss

Dombais and sons.

Dombais and sons.

These three words expressed the only idea of ​​Mr. Dombais' life.

The land was made for Dombais and his sons, so that they could trade there.

Rivers and seas existed to carry their ships,

the sun and moon to light them.

Dombais and sons.

The stars and planets ensured the sustainability of a system

of which they were the center. Dombais and sons.

Mr. Dombais had risen like his father before him, from the rank

of son to the rank of Dombais.

And for almost 20 years, he had been the only representative of the house.

Because Mr. Dombé had suffered an annoyance, just one, but an important one.

He had been married for ten years, and until that day,

he had not had a child.

Well, no child worth talking about.

Florence, you can go see your brother if you want.

But don't get too close.

My darling, Mom.

Can we see my wonder?

My dear Charles.

It's a real rubbish.

A real dombais.

Excuse me, but...

It's such a perfect donmbais.

I've never seen anything like it in my entire life.

Come with me, will you?

I absolutely have to swallow something, otherwise I feel

like I'm going to feel bad.

And Cécile, how are you?

Our dear friend absolutely insisted on coming.

She couldn't miss such an event, can you imagine?

And look what she thought of. Isn't that sweet?

You will forgive me for having taken such a liberty.

If I could have predicted, it's welcome to Petit Dombai

that I would have had more pleasure writing.

And Mrs. Dombais?

It's nothing at all. Nothing at all.

She's very tired, of course, but it's a passage.

She just has to make an effort to pull herself together, that's all.

And I'm sure she will.

My dear friend, you should go and leave your present

in the room of our darling angel.

You will see, it is an authentic cherub.

Truly, this dear Lucretia is admirable in her dedication.

Don't you agree? Indeed, she is very friendly.

He's a rare person.

When it comes to our family, she is always ready to go the extra mile.

I thought maybe there would be a way to show our

dear friend that we noticed his kindness.

And how?

I know that usually, we choose

people who are important for relationships and influence as sponsors.

I don't see why my son needs anything like that.

It's completely obvious.

And it is precisely for this reason that I said to myself that perhaps

you could allow Lucretia to... Louise is not going to imagine you.

My dear Charles, it's obvious, but don't make me say what I didn't say.

Louise, what I mean...

No, Charles, I never imagined such a thing.

Finally Louise.

Charles, I tell you that I haven't thought about it and I will tell you again, even if it

were to be my last words.

Louise, what I mean is that in the circumstances,

there would be many people who could have

greater rights than your friend.

Exactly - but my situation allows me to disdain the kind of support we

usually seek for our children.

Furthermore, I do not want anyone to come between my son and me.

I would much rather recognize the kindness of a deserving person

like your friend, that it be done as you wish.

Excuse me, I should... But anyway, what's going on?

It's your... You have to...

Sir, madame is in the worst condition.

My dear Charles will not believe this.

If you have the slightest confidence in my experience, you can be sure that

all it takes is an effort on Cécile's part.

And this effort must be encouraged

and perhaps even forced to do so.

My dear Cécile.

My dear Cécile, Mr. Dombais is here to see you.

Don't you have anything to say to him?

We're going to put your little boy, your baby, to bed, Cécile.

You barely saw it.

We can't take him away until you wake up a little.

What do you say, Cécile? I don't hear.

Come, come, see my dear Cécile.

I'm going to have to get angry if you don't do your part.

You have to make an effort.

It may be a very big and very painful effort

that you don't want to make, but we live in a

world of efforts, Cécile.

And we will never give in. Come on Come on.

Try.

Or otherwise, I will have to scold you.

You barbit.

And in front of the little one, too.

An effort, Lord God, an effort.

Because you, in your life, starting from the evil of others,

you have already made an effort, perhaps.

Come on, it's over.

Mom !

To say of Mr. Dombais that he was not affected by the death of his

wife would be unfair to him.

He missed Cécile, but it was a calm,

almost professional regret.

A regret of a well-bred and self-possessed man.

This little goat at your base doesn't look very brave.

He's not like the others, your baby.

Of course he's not like the others.

It's It's a Dombais.

Certainly, and he is a magnificent child.

The son of the Dombais house was waiting.

Mr. Dombais' feelings towards his

daughter, since she was born, had been simply negative.

He hadn't even conceived a dislike for her.

It wasn't worth it.

What was a daughter for dombais and sons?

In the capital that constituted the company's name and reputation,

a child of this type was only a coin.

Impossible to sell. A fake boy.

And that's all.

Still, it would be better if the children could play together.

On the contrary, it is under the instructions of Mr. Dombais.

Maybe if he told us about it. It's incredible.

It's only been eight months that it's been in the house and it allows itself

to give its opinion on everything.

If you knew how little the girls in this house were,

you wouldn't have said such a stupid idea.

I'm not even sure that if he passed his daughter in the street, he would recognize her.

I'm not even sure he knows it exists.

Okay, no need to get angry like that.

Yes, it's easy to remain in control, to speak calmly when you

treat your child like a prince.

So take charge of the education of Monsieur Paul and I

am ready for Mademoiselle Flot, as I have always done.

How is my son?

But it's just... What is it?

Is he doing well? Perfectly, sir.

It looks like it.

I hope you have everything you need.

Yes, whatever it takes.

We can say it like that.

In my opinion, to make children happy

and alert, nothing beats having others to play with.

Suzanne, if you really believe that company

would be good for the child, why doesn't he play with

Miss Florence? Yes, you are right, sir.

There would be nothing better than the presence of Mademoiselle Florence.

So say that we allow Miss Florence to be with Paul as long as she

wants, that the children be together for as long as it takes.

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.

Cuckoo. Cuckoo.

Cuckoo.

Bou.

Sorry.

Do you know where Paul is?

In the small living room, sir.

Please put things in order, please.

You will carry Monsieur Paul to his room.

Mr. Dombais didn't know how much his daughter loved him.

She was very young and no longer having a mother, she had not learned to

express the love she felt for her.

Florence told herself that through perseverance, she would be able to find

the path that would lead to her father's heart.

It was the only goal of his life.

Sir.

Hello sir, excuse me for disturbing you,

but can you tell me where you bought

your hat?

What are you doing in the street at this hour, my little one?

Do you know what time it is?

Miss Florence.

Florence.

Miss Daubert.

Florence.

Miss Florence.

Miss Dombais.

Miss Florence.

Really, what a story.

It's a disaster. Yes.

Yes, it is very regrettable.

Even if I remain convinced that Miss Dombé could not have gone very far.

Look.

Look what I found under his bed.

What if we called the police?

The police?

So that the whole town knows?

So, really, yes, it would be a disaster.

What's going on?

It's miss, sir.

She disappeared. Find her.

A seven-year-old girl doesn't just disappear.

Yoke !

Yoke !

Yoke !

Yoke !

And you, first.

Yoke !

Eh?

Are you looking for something?

Yes, please.

I'm looking for a store where they sell hats.

The young lady says she wants to buy a hat.

You don't know where we could find this?

I can see a store where you can buy lots of galleron.

It's not very far from here.

But where it gets stuck is that they won't sell you any.

For what ?

You're too small.

I can still try, it's money.

They don't care, they have no right to sell to kids.

In a pinch, with Alma, it could perhaps work.

Please.

It won't stick either.

It's a classy store.

Fabier as she is, Irma, she doesn't even cross the threshold.

Maybe there is a solution.

You have to agree.

You must not cry, mademoiselle.

We'll take care of you.

What is your name, miss?

Florence Dombais.

Miss Dombais? If you would like to follow me.

You have nothing more to fear.

You are under my protection, miss.

All the staff at our theater are happy to welcome you,

Miss Dombais.

The The illustrious actors of this great house are all delighted to come and

greet Miss Dombais.

Know, Gente Ladies, that I lay my rapier at your feet

and that I swear to defend you against villains and brigands.

Way of Robert Lediane.

If I do not have before me the prettiest mermaid that the sea has ever carried,

I would like to be hanged on the great rod.

And I you The changes will go well against the three cows in my state.

Although it was heartbreaking to part with Roussette.

Finally, a smile.

No later than February, March at most.

In any case, before spring.

They will come back in droves.

They can trust, I know my audience.

40 years of experience, that takes something.

What experience?

Let’s talk about your experience.

The experience of 40 years of shipwreck.

Does that make a good sailor?

Mademoiselle d'Ombé does us the honor of visiting us.

It's perfect.

We were just going to eat.

Come on.

You are right, mademoiselle, to be surprised.

Do you know that the throne on which you are seated

belonged successively to Isabella the Catholic, Marie

de Medici and Elizabeth of England?

Don't listen to him, miss.

But the gentleman forgets to tell you how many times he tried to sell it,

this famous throne, to pay for a decent meal.

Despite the impressive list of owners,

no one ever bought it.

On the other hand, that, mademoiselle, is real money.

What is it?

Is it possible to tell my father?

I'm sure he's very worried.

But of course.

And where does your father live?

At home, a large house, avenue des Sauves.

Avenue des Sauves?

Yes, a big house with trees going on.

Right next to the convent of the Augustine sisters.

Please, it's because my clothes were taken.

It's not mine that I'm wearing.

I am Florence Dombais.

I live in Amnes des Sauves, with my dad, and Paul is my little brother.

I'm an only sister, and that's the truth.

Please.

It's because I saw Dad's hat better.

Do you understand?

My store, they wouldn't let me in

because I'm too small.

I met friends, they wanted to help me,

but they also wanted to get lost.

And my dad hasn't heard from me.

Yes, the first thing to do is to reassure your father, that’s obvious.

But our cabin boy will be happy to go find him.

Future of Saône?

It's like it's done.

So.

Your father will hear from you before you've even finished dinner.

Come on, come on.

Do you want?

Excuse me, I must be mistaken.

Come for Florence.

Do you have any news? Yes, she is doing very well.

She's at the theater.

What ?

Well, at home, I mean.

It's true ?

Did you find it? She's fine.

Come.

Come on.

She is found.

Florence found herself.

She is found.

Is she okay?

It's thanks to her man.

We I don't know, he didn't tell me that.

Sir.

Sir, miss has been found.

I told you, Louise, that we would

inevitably end up finding her.

It's thanks to this boy, sir.

So it was you who found my daughter?

I haven't exactly found it.

You could rather say that I was put in his path.

What do you mean you were put in his path?

Where is she at the moment? Try to be clear and consistent.

Good, sir.

That is to say, she is at my house with my uncles.

She dines at the theater.

It's a theater, but there are no more shows.

But otherwise, she's doing really well.

She was attacked by some kids who stole her clothes,

but nothing serious.

Come, young man.

You have done well, my boy, and you will be rewarded for it.

But no.

I didn't come looking for a reward.

Come on, don't act like a child on me and don't ruin a nice gesture

with inappropriate behavior.

Cartier, make sure this young man gets what he deserves.

I would say that what characterizes Mr. Dombé on all occasions

is his sense of fairness.

You were the messenger of very good news and he wants to reward your

action to the height of his This is what you say.

Thanks to you, Miss Florence will return home and this unpleasant

parenthesis will finally be closed.

Do you understand?

I do not need to specify that for you, such an extraordinary

combination of circumstances can have no other consequences

than to give you this reward.

This is why Mr. Dombé insists that your dues be paid and

that the accounts be definitively closed.

Leave it to me.

I'll fix this.

No, it's clear that this child is beyond a little haunting hand.

Look at his hands.

Look at his little feet.

They certainly don't have to repair the roads.

And then this way of speaking is not French.

Try C’est le maro, it’s good French.

No, no, no.

She has an accent, you heard it like me.

She's a foreigner.

She doesn't know the city, she has only just arrived.

She just got off a boat.

And given his disguise, it is obvious that he tried to escape.

Why are you looking then?

Simply that this child is the daughter of an important person

whose boat was attacked by pirates.

Stop ranting for a minute, please.

Be a little logical for once.

Well, okay.

She speaks incredibly well for a little girl.

But you also saw that she has a strong imagination.

And his hair?

Have you seen these curls?

It's the art of a great wigmaker, believe me.

Don't you see what that means?

No, I don't see.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you are looking at the daughter of a great actress.

In my opinion, The Hidden Life of a Statesman is a leading diva.

Maybe we even abandoned him.

Let me tell you how wrong you are.

Have you seen this little gold chain?

Do you really think an abandoned child would walk around with that around her neck?

She's a lost princess.

And it was our Arthur who found her.

In foreign courts, it is not uncommon for

the hand of the princess to be offered to the hero as a reward for such exploits.

A wedding?

Anyway.

He's almost a baby.

When Arthur is 25, she will be almost 16.

That's exactly the right difference.

What is this?

Good day sir. She is sleeping.

Can you go wake her up, please?

I join you.

It's from Mr. Dombai.

He loves everything related to...

The arts and it is an honor for him to give you this small contribution.

Thank you ma’am.

Well done !

Well done miss!

Disappear like that without warning me?

I may be the last wheel in this house, but you

could have warned me of your expedition.

I'm furious, furious!

One more blow like that and I give up my apron.

Oh my!

Oh my!

Then, look at the state you have put yourself in.

Oh, what horror! Come on, take it all away from me.

I saw how

nice they were, Suzanne.

They saved my life.

I promised to come back and see them often.

When can we come back?

I don't think your father would be very happy about that.

For what ? Because ?

Because it would bring back bad memories.

You don't seem to realize that you've

caused him a lot of pain.

Your disappearance turned everything upside down.

So, does that mean I can't keep my promise?

If you promised them, you will see them.

There's no point telling your father about it.

You mean we're going to lie to dad?

But who is talking to you about lying to him?

We have the right to go out, right?

If your father asks you if you have seen your friends again, you will tell him the truth.

But if he doesn't ask you anything, what's the point of worrying him again

with all these stories?

The years have passed.

Little Florence grew up, but she kept her word.

She never had to lie, because as Suzanne predicted, her

father never asked her any questions.

Despite this, Florence couldn't help but feel guilty.

Yet that was the only deviation she allowed herself.

Most of her time, she spent with her brother Paul.

It must be said that despite all the care and vigilance he received

, he was not a healthy child.

And for a long time, he seemed solely occupied in waiting for

the opportunity to slip through their hands to go and join

the mother who had lost him.

Straighten your back.

And the elbows, you put them at the right angle.

You take your fingers off the keys well.

Yes, very good, like sparrow's legs.

Can I stop now?

I'm starting to get cramps in my fingers.

It is hardly necessary to point out that no suspicion of

his son's health problems had ever come to Mr. Dombai's attention.

This was not surprising since no one in the house,

not even his sister Louise, had ever dared to suggest to Mr.

Dombai that there was perhaps some reason to be worried

about little Paul.

At times, Paul was sufficiently childish and playful.

His character was by no means gloomy.

But at other times he had a strange, old-fashioned

, pensive way of sitting and meditating.

Paul then resembled one of his little fairy tale beings

who, aged 150 or 200 years, are fantastic replacements

for the children for whom they have been substituted.

Dad, what is money?

Well, how to say?

First of all, you need to understand that the word

money is a general term that we use to talk about different things.

Like coins, notes, gold.

Yes.

All right.

But what can we do with the money?

With the money?

With money you can do anything.

So if money can do anything, why did

n't it save mom?

Is money evil?

Paul, money is very powerful.

Unfortunately, he does not want to keep alive people for whom the time has come to die.

Nevertheless, money takes the one who possesses it,

respects, fears and honours.

And often, it helps stave off death for a long time.

It allows you to have the best doctors, to have the best care.

It allows...

Anyway, it can do anything that can be done.

So money can't make me stronger and healthier.

But you are, strong and healthy.

Florence, she is taller than me.

I can see that I'm not as healthy as she is.

Me, I can't play my time without getting tired.

And then, sometimes, I'm so tired,

so tired that my bones hurt.

Of course you're tired.

It's evening.

All the little ones are tired in the evening.

It makes them sleep well.

It's not just in the evening, even during the day.

It's time to go to bed, Mr. Paul.

Where is Florence?

I don't know.

I want Florence to bed me.

But Mr. Paul.

Go get her right away.

Remember that dream of the bird.

The bird is sleeping, remember.

Remember that dream of the bird. Remember.

Remember that dream of the bird.

The bird is sleeping.

I would like you to speak to me directly.

It's about Paul.

How to say?

I find that he is not as healthy as one might wish.

And I would like to have your unreserved opinion.

I think you're worrying for nothing.

Paul is a remarkable boy.

It's just that he's very advanced for his age, a bit as if his mind

is too big for his It's true that he's astonishing.

He has a really surprising way of speaking for a child.

Exactly.

I would like to know who talks about certain subjects.

Just yesterday he told me about his bones, as he says.

Of his bones.

It wasn't a living skeleton, after all.

My God, no.

They are fake.

Paul may have a temporary weakness of constitution.

And he wouldn't be the first child his age to

temporarily lose the use of his...

Of his? Of his And...

Lower Limbs?

There you have it, of its lower limbs.

How so ?

There is no need to worry.

I discussed it with our family doctor.

Obviously, he told me the eternal verse about the benefits of

sea air and everything that follows.

Sea air?

Don't listen to this nonsense, Charles.

This is also what was recommended to my two boys when they

were the same age as Paul.

And what good did it do them?

Did it even do them any good?

The sea air.

Do you know what people are like?

They want to follow fashion.

They are told that there is an establishment in Trouville that trains

the elite of the elite.

Even the children of the nobility jostle for a place there.

Can you hear my voice clearly?

Yes, and me, you can hear me.

There's no need to shout. Can you speak normally?

Miss, get ready to pack your bags, you're going to the seaside.

Me? For what ?

Who is next? The little mouse.

What is this story?

This is a story about your aunt and her dear friend.

Lace? Lace.

They are hammering into your father's head that

Paul must be sent to some sort of boarding house on the shore of who knows what ocean.

A pension?

Supposedly to get him back on his feet and make him a great scholar.

They will never know that I am accompanying him.

What color?

That means I'm not going to see Paul anymore.

And what use am I then?

What's going on, Florence? What do you want to do?

I'm going to go months without seeing him. Trust me.

I may not be a fountain of knowledge, but I'm not

the last rain either.

So what? Are you playing or are you playing more?

I'm playing, my darling.

I'm playing, excuse me.

Hello ma'am, I am Mr. Dombai, and this is my son Paul.

Monsieur Imbert is waiting for us, I suppose. Yes, sir.

If you want to follow me.

I understand that with your son, we were in a sort

of virgin territory.

Yes, apart from a few basics learned at home, we can say that Paul has everything

to learn and he is very eager to start studying.

Forgive me.

Now I see you, my little friend. How do you feel?

Good, sir.

So, my little friend, do you want to be made a man of you?

Do you hear Paul?

I would rather be a child.

Really ? And why?

What does that mean, Paul?

I don't understand this answer.

It's nothing, it's nothing.

We quickly substitute new occupations and new

impressions that will chase away these clouds. Tribute, Mr. Dombé.

So you want our little friend to acquire everything we can acquire,

please? That's right.

We will impart to our little friend a wide variety of knowledge

and we will make him make, I dare say, rapid progress.

Virgil, Ovid, Thérance, Cicero.

He will be in excellent company here.

Doctor Humbert's establishment was a vast circle whose aim was

to force all the students to flower before their time.

We produced montal peas before Christmas and

intellectual asparagus all year round.

The most ungrateful sprouts of children supplied all the species

of Greek and Latin vegetables in the most frigid exhibitions.

Madame Pipelard, prepare some books for our new friend.

Doctor Humbert's system was very pleasant and ingenious,

but forcing had its usual drawbacks.

Yes, there you go.

Early fruits did not taste good and did not keep well.

Your room is on the first floor and your name is on the door.

How are you ? I'm doing very well.

THANKS.

Are you doing well ?

THANKS.

Are you Mr. Briceet?

No, I'm all painted.

You are very small.

Yes, sir.

I'm small.

Which tailor makes your clothes for you?

So far, it's been a lady who has fitted me with my clothes.

My sister's seamstress.

My suit is for company.

Very fashionable, very expensive.

And your father is rich? Yes, sir.

It fell son. And what?

And son, sir.

Son ?

Monsieur Toutpin was the best representative of

Doctor Imbert's education system.

Older than all its comrades, it had suddenly stopped flowering

one day and remained in the establishment as a simple stem.

We will not fail to say that with the young toupin,

Doctor Imbert had passed the measure.

Well, there you go.

I think the time has come to separate us.

Goodbye, dad.

Do you really have to leave now?

I will be back very soon, my darling.

Dad rented us a little house so we could be near you.

We will have all our Saturdays and all our Sundays.

Our Saturdays and our Sundays?

But you'll see, you'll learn a lot of exciting things.

I'll try, dad.

You will grow up.

Very quickly.

Yes, dad.

Very quickly.

Miss, it is strictly forbidden to stay

on the boarding school grounds after dinner time.

It's time to go to bed, my little one.

You will be much better off dreaming than here.

What's wrong?

This is not my house.

I want to leave.

What is it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I wonder how old you are.

We don't ask questions like that.

Why Why? Because it's not polite.

He seems to like you, this dog.

Her name is Diogenes.

He likes me, yes.

For what ?

For what ?

What do you mean, why?

Why do you love your sister? Because she is very good.

There is no one like Florence.

There's no one like me either.

Really no one?

No.

It makes me happy.

That's a good thing.

Mirabilis.

Do you like vests?

Yes, sir.

THANKS.

Me too.

Where is Florence?

The cards are good.

I don't know how Paul is going to do it.

During the time, he must have studied the geography

of the entire Mediterranean basin.

I cannot locate the Strait of Messina.

You know, you?

I'm sorry, I don't even know who Messina is.

Good.

Excuse me, but I can't stay. It's okay.

Arthur?

Arthur, you will be back soon.

Understanding that Paul risked being completely suffocated by the mass

of knowledge he had to ingest, Florence had decided to follow his steps

in the thorny paths of knowledge.

Attentive and caring, she was a wonderful teacher for the child.

Thanks to her, everything that was so hard became easy, everything that was

so obscure became simple and clear.

So what were you doing?

Now we risk being late.

Look at everything we have.

The Moralia of Plutarch, of Providence, of Seneca, and the

complete works of Rippie in ancient Greek.

It's nice to understand.

It's also nice not to understand.

I don't know which one is the prettier of the two.

Well, I still need someone to

explain to me why a little seven-year-old boy needs to know ancient Greek.

What are you doing there?

I don't want to continue to turn a blind eye to everything you do for me.

I assure you it's not worth it.

If Dad knew how much I abuse your kindness,

he would be furious with me. Suzanne is right.

You have long hours of driving ahead of you.

It's good.

Then it's your turn to close your eyes.

Close your eyes, please.

Our nephew.

Arthur, let me introduce you to Mr. Dubreuil.

Salomon didn't want to talk to you about it, but we have a little problem.

Okay, it doesn't matter.

For every problem, there is a solution.

It's just a small late payment on a legal loan.

A little over 60,000 francs.

I'm the one who takes care of it.

How much ? Yes, that's a lot of money.

But rest assured, everything will work out.

Mr. Dubreuil has just advised us to see some of our

acquaintances and talk to them about it.

Obviously, the name of Mr. Dombé alone is a guarantee.

If you say he is ready to advance you the amount.

Mr. Dombé?

This is a girl you must have met, and like our own child.

It's almost a family affair.

We are, in a way, distant relatives of Mr. Dombé.

Far away, far away.

For now.

No, no, no, no, but that's out of the question.

There is no question of anyone asking Mr. Dombé anything.

And why not?

You don't know who Mr. Dombé is.

I met him.

I can tell you that under no circumstances will he grant such a request.

On the contrary, he is a great art lover.

He has already made a substantial donation to our theater.

And Florence never stops telling us about her great generosity.

That's not true, maybe?

No, no, no, no, it's absolutely impossible.

In this case, I don't see how to avoid the seizure.

Eh ?

The seizure.

There must be another solution.

We have to find her.

I'm sure there is another solution.

Little is better than nothing.

Even if there are only crumbs. Here are some of them.

I also have a debt of 1,000 francs per year.

I'm ready to transfer it.

Imagine, for a simple late payment,

my brother, here, is on the verge of losing everything he has.

He is absolutely desperate.

But who are these gentlemen?

Excuse me, but we didn't quite understand your name.

But we are Arthur's uncles.

It was this young man who had found Mademoiselle Florence

when she was little.

I don't understand anything about all these stories.

I tell you, we have nothing more to do here.

Florence.

What do these gentlemen want, Dad?

They want money?

Gentlemen.

You said you needed...

60,000 francs excluding.

This loan, Mr. Dombai, was our last

resort before the disaster.

May I know the nature of this debt?

My brother's only mistake was to have trusted a rascal,

a contractor who was supposed to renovate our theater.

He fled with the money.

If you had money now, Paul, I mean enough money to help these

gentlemen, what would you do? I would give the money to my eyes.

You would lend it to them.

Alright.

When you're old enough, you know, you'll get your share of my money and

we'll use it together.

Your profit? Your Tonbeah and son, exactly.

Would you like to start being your profit now

and lend this money?

Please, dad.

And Florence would want it too.

Girls have nothing to do with your profit.

Would you do it?

And dad?

You see Paul, how powerful money is and how people want it.

These gentlemen came from far away to ask for some.

And you, who are a very important character,

because you have it, you are going to give it to them.

You will receive these gentlemen at the office tomorrow and you will write them

a bearer check.

That is extremely kind of you, Mr. Tompé.

Your thanks must go to my son Paul.

I explained to him the situation where he decided to help you.

Thank you Mr Paul.

Now we have heard enough about this matter.

I think they're forgetting something. Really ?

Yes, the gentleman has the instrument to leave on the table.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

Would you be so kind as to take this with you, please?

Really, you don't want to... Please.

Oh, that's good.

Certainly, you will never be a domb, my poor thing, I think.

Look, it was a camera that stole it. See?

Eh ? Come on.

Come on. So Édouard, we found some friends.

Allow me to introduce to you the uncle of this chanapin, Joseph Saccotte,

Commander Joës, an old soldier. Very honored.

What's your name, boy?

Paul Dombé.

You're the famous little guy my nephew always talks to me about.

I'm really happy to finally meet you.

I admit that I envy the father of such a son.

You must find me very enthusiastic, but the old beast of a commander that I

am is not afraid of incurring the disapproval of a man like Mr.

Dombé, because it is indeed to Mr. Dombé that I have the honor of talk, right?

Your child, Mr. Dombé, will live on in history.

This child is not an ordinary child.

Take care of him, Mr. Dombé.

Here, take this young man, for example. Come see here.

There you go, take a good look.

Do you see?

This one, there is no doubt, possible, he is a perfect imbecile.

Really ?

Yes, a born fool.

I suppose you are planning your son for a major Saint-Cirq school, perhaps?

I haven't decided yet.

My son is a little fragile.

Yes, yes, yes.

So, it's better to forget.

I myself went to military school and there, only the tough guys

survived.

Are you staying here, Mr. Dombais?

We are at the Royal Palace.

Alright.

Yes, Joseph Saccotte is not usually the type to make visits, but the name

Dombé is not an ordinary name.

And I would be happy to come see you soon.

Goodbye my little boy.

Goodbye, miss. Come on.

I'm sure that before long, this girl's eyes

will be tormenting boys to hell.

Are you okay?

Yes, very good, thank you.

And...

How are you?

Everything is going very well.

And what are you thinking?

To many things.

Last night I got up and went to the window.

It was a very beautiful night.

There was a boat there, in full moonlight.

Maybe it was customs officers.

Or maybe smugglers.

If you expect to die, wouldn't you think

it would be better to die on a moonlit night, like yesterday?

The boat had a sail.

The sail went far away and with the movement of the waves,

I would have said that it was making signs to me,

as if asking me to join it.

There she is, there she is.

Look, there, it’s Florence, she’s my sister.

I would like to know what she says.

Who The sea.

What does she say all the time?

It's the sound the waves make as they roll.

Of course, but I'm sure they're saying something.

Always the same thing.

Although Paul's academic progress improved over the weeks,

he became more reserved and thoughtful every day.

His only friend was Monsieur Toupin, who had taken him

under his protection , without anyone knowing why.

However, under the roof of Doctor Imbert, Paul was an object of general interest,

a fragile little toy that they all loved and that none would have

dreamed of treating harshly.

But he could not change his strange nature and so everyone agreed

that Dombai was definitely old.

I have the analysis of your work in my hands and I plan to send it

to your father tomorrow.

Thank you sir.

Do you understand what I mean?

No, sir.

Damn, if you don't understand something, why do

n't you ask questions? Analysis of the character of Paul Dombé.

Do you see what I mean by analysis, Dombé?

No, sir.

According to your quote, it is about the resolution of an object,

which either of the senses or of the mind, has its primordial elements.

Now you know what analysis is, Dompé.

Analysis of the character of Paul Dompé, therefore.

I find Dombé's disposition excellent

and we can consider that his penchant for study is in line

with his dispositions.

If the number 8 represents the maximum, the said qualities, that is to say, the

abilities at Dombé will be rated 6.3/4.

Violence, 2, selfishness, 2, good worldly behavior

, 4, progressing with time.

And now, what I would like to draw your attention to, Dombé, is

the observation that concludes this analysis.

Generally speaking, we can say of Dombé that his abilities,

his dispositions are good and that he has made as much progress as

could be expected of him, given the situation.

But what is very regrettable about this young man is the oddity

of his temperament and his behavior.

And the fact that without there being anything in either of them

that deserves real disapproval, he is often

very different from other young people of his age

and social condition.

I will send this analysis to your father along with the invitation

to the end of year party.

And I hope that Mr. Lombé will not be too upset to learn that his little

boy has conduct and character problems.

This is obviously very painful because

it makes it impossible for us to love you as much as we would like.

I like everyone at the pension.

And I would be really sorry if he had someone who displeased me.

And there you have it.

I was sure of it.

What's the point of working like a convict?

Anyway, I'm rubbish, it says it there.

And what's more, I remember.

Who is this son?

Oh no, Wafer.

I too, four years ago, had this in my analysis.

Characterized oligophrenia. Yes, yes, yes.

We remember well.

We remember well. We remember.

We remember.

You had a moment of weakness.

You'll see, you'll get over it very quickly.

Could I attend the prom?

But yes, why not?

We're not saying that you'll be able to have fun and dance as much as you want,

but if you promise to be reasonable...

It's Florence who will be happy.

Above all, don't talk to him about all this.

You have a few weeks of rest left.

What concerns me is his language of life force.

Great attenuation.

But too old for his age.

Mr. and Mrs. Dumourier.

Mr. and Mrs. Dumourier. Mr and Mrs Delavalière.

Do you see them?

No not yet.

Mr and Mrs Baumard.

Tite, Mr. Dombé.

Should I leave them open or close them?

Or do I put them open or closed?

Mr. Dombé and his family.

Sorry, sorry. Monge, Veramine.

Where are you there?

Mr and Mrs de La Roche-Poucau.

What's wrong with you, Flore?

I'm so happy that you're finally coming home.

You'll see, I'll take good care of you.

Tell me, Flou, do you think that I have

become too old for my age?

Pardon ?

I don't understand.

That's what they say about me.

And I would like to know what that means.

Miss, please. I was there first.

Miss Bambé, if you would do me the honor of granting me this dance.

That's very kind of you, but for now,

I'd rather stay with my brother.

But no, Flot.

Go ahead, have fun.

No, I assure you.

Please, Flot.

Lovely.

She really has a grace...

Is everything okay, my little Paul?

Doesn't your head hurt?

I am very much obliged for your attention, but I am very willing.

Is everything going well?

Don't you feel too bad?

No, no. I am doing very well.

Was it beautiful to see? So, terrible.

I would have liked to blow a bugle when you lost both your

arms to a cannonball.

Fortunately, the old days were here.

I threw the Cléon in his mouth.

Florence is having a real triumph, my dear.

Everyone has God only for themselves.

She could also have a little more restraint.

After all, it's the school party.

And it is the students who should be the center of all interests.

And so, that’s what happens.

You don't see how much people care about Paul.

You are absolutely right.

Your son is not better surrounded. Everyone seems to be there at first.

You danced a lot, right? Don't you want to rest a little.

Yes, dad.

What a bombshell.

For once the poor thing has the opportunity to have fun.

Well no.

I'll make you a big bag with all the lucresses, the snags,

the Dombé and company, then I'll throw it all into the sea for you,

it won't last. Hold.

Thanks, but I'm not very hungry.

Oh really ?

Are you sure?

Well done, miss, you dance wonderfully.

And again?

Haven't you heard him sing?

Oh, but I'm dying to have this pleasure.

Oh, if you could grant us all this My honor, miss.

I'm not used to singing in front of so many people.

Come on, come on, don't be so shy.

Mr. Dombai.

Flot, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Dombai is going to sing.

Remember that dream of the bird,

the one at the bird is sleeping.

Remember that dream of the bird, the one with the golden bird.

Remember this dream

of Where mine the bird sleeps.

Remember the bird you love.

It will land on your arm where mine

the bird sleeps.

When we get back there,

the rain will be far away.

As our beautiful bird sleeps,

we will fly up there in the air.

Remember.

La, la, la, la, la, the bird is sleeping.

What is it?

I think I'm starting to get a little tired.

Is something wrong? Everything is fine.

I think it's time to go home.

Paul is starting to feel tired.

And there you have it. He tried too hard.

I said it, too much effort.

Let me pass.

Get out of the way. There you go, Mr. Dombé.

Come.

Come here. So.

Come on. Mounted.

Wait. Wait.

Wait. Second.

We won't rush, please. But yes, there is a problem.

So. Alright.

Hold your beaches in the cars behind.

Come on.

Damn, there.

Vague.

What is this?

Where then, my darling?

There, at the foot of the bed.

Is it dad?

My little boy, you don't recognize me.

Gentlemen.

We have come, Mr. Dombé, to thank you for your generosity.

Yes.

What is it about?

You may have forgotten.

We are Arthur's uncles.

I don't forget anything.

Would you like to come into my office, please?

I'm hurt, Florence.

My head hurts so bad.

Are we still in Trouville?

No, my darling.

We are at home, at home.

So why do we always hear the sounds of the waves?

Don’t I hear them too?

Please.

Go see what happens. What is it?

Get out, doe, then come see you.

What is there The old day has never seen such an unheard story.

Come and bother Mr. Dombai, on a day like this no less.

What happened?

Fortunately nothing, mademoiselle, thanks to the old days which are

always there in the listening of the day.

I particularly remember one night, the most violent,

when the entire regiment had been decimated by dissent, Josacotte,

armed with a common bayonet, found himself facing the worst of enemies.

Hello sir, it’s this way.

Don't worry.

I feel great.

I'll tell dad.

I would like to speak to Miss Florence Dombé.

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

This is extremely important. Absolutely impossible.

Since I tell you, it is extremely important,

what right do you have here not to insist, sir.

It's no. Suzanne!

Suzanne, please bring Florence, I need to speak to her.

Suzanne, move forward scenes, quickly.

Sorry, Arthur, but la-Wait, don't leave.

I had nothing to do with the house approach, I didn't even know

they were coming. Here is the third chestnut.

It didn't take long.

Sir, please bring Florence in,

just for a second, I'll explain everything to her.

Why doesn't she want to see me?

My young man, you wanted to swallow a nose bigger than your mouth,

but we unmasked you, my Lascard, and left immediately.

Otherwise, you will find out what a raging bastard is capable of.

Let me explain. Come on,

was there a problem? No.

No.

No. No. No. No.

No.

Please

, ladies and gentlemen,

some demonstrations of strength,

juggling, acrobatics.

Here, make sure that the plaque is placed next to that of Madame Dombé.

Do it as quickly as possible.

Good, sir.

Sorry, sir, but as you wish, this work

will be done immediately and will be started as soon as I return.

Alright.

Would you be so kind as to read it again?

I think there is an error.

Commander.

Instead of a child, darling and only, there should be a son.

Darling and unique, sir.

You are right, indeed. Corrected.

After the funeral,

Mr. Dombai remained locked in his office for days

, making it known that he preferred to be alone.

Madame Chico was convinced that her brother, a true Dombai, would quickly know

make an effort to recover.

Dad ? What is it?

What are you doing here?

I came... Against my wishes.

For what ?

What scares you?

What scared the young girl was only the way

her father looked at her.

There was not an ounce of tenderness or pity in that look.

I think you're tired.

You need rest.

Even the old indifference had given way to something else.

Go, Florence.

Welcome, dad.

What crazy jealousy, what excessive pride poisoned

memories that should have made her more precious in his eyes.

Accompanied by Mademoiselle Lucrèce, Madame Chicot made numerous

attempts to bring her brother closer.

But it was Commander Sacote who managed to convince

Mr. Dombai to change his mind.

And it was in the company of this tough guy Joe Sacote

that he left for one in Ville-d'Au, leaving Mr. Cartier

to follow current affairs.

Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold.

Hold.

Miss, do you have a visitor? A visit?

In my opinion ? Yes.

Who is it ?

So this...

Come see.

How are you, Miss Dombé? It's going very well.

THANKS.

And you ?

No, that's a stupid question.

But as I had to go to your neighborhood, quite by chance, I

said to myself: Are you okay? You are...

I'm fine, thank you.

It's very kind of you to stop by.

My brother Paul, he often spoke to me about you.

You were always very helpful to him.

It doesn't matter. It's hot.

Don't be afraid to talk to me.

I would be very happy if you told me about my brother.

Really ?

Poor Dombé.

I would never have believed that Bourgeois and company, the fashionable tailor

we were talking about together, would make me a suit for such an occasion.

Poor Dombé.

Say, Miss Dombé, he had become very attached to a friend recently

and I said to myself that perhaps you

would enjoy having him as a sort of souvenir.

You know, he's not a lady's dog, but you don't care, do you?

Diogenes, my brave Diogenes, do you want to come and live with us?

Yes, do you want?

But, Diogenes, come back here at once.

I have to go.

Unfortunately, I am in a very hurry.

I have a whole bunch of things to do.

So, are you in a hurry?

Yes, I have to go to my tailor.

I had just come in a rush.

SO ? SO ?

I don't see.

Go ahead, if you're in a hurry, you'll be late.

Yes, you are absolutely right.

You will tell Miss Dombé that unfortunately I had to leave.

I hope she will forgive my mistake.

Suzanne.

How about we go for a little walk with Diogenes?

You finally decide to go out.

Hallelujah!

I was afraid of ending up like a mummy in a pyramid.

We could go visit Arthur.

That is to say, I'm not sure that...

What do you say, my dog?

Has it been forever since we last saw him?

He's mean.

I didn't dare tell you about it, but you know, Arthur came by the day...

It's a pretty incredible story.

He is His uncles came to ask Mr. Dombais for your hand.

Mom ?

What are you saying?

Yes, I know, it sounds absurd.

They came to discuss engagement with your father.

Really, they were not received well.

Commander bag I bought them outside.

And Arthur?

What happened with Arthur?

Exactly, after that incident, he came to see you.

He wanted to apologize. Apologize?

Why didn't you tell me about it before?

I didn't know anything about it either.

You have to go see him immediately. Yes.

I'll give you a little tour, prepare the carriage.

Oh, here is the princess who deigns to visit us.

And what do you still have after us?

What kind of new misfortune are you coming to bring us this time?

I don't see what kind of misfortune could be added to that, but forgive us

for disturbing your banquet.

We only wanted to speak to Mr. Arthur.

Arthur? Arthur, he left because of you.

It was you who chased him away.

Wait, wait, but I'll explain it.

I don't know what happened the last time Arthur

was at your house, but he packed his bags and left

like he'd lost his mind.

Impossible to hold him back.

But it's definitely our fault.

I think our marriage proposal was awkward.

Clumsy?

What does it mean that mademoiselle is not

worthy of our Arthur?

I didn't follow your stupid advice.

You old cedilla.

It's me you're calling an old cedile.

Miss, miss, I can't.

You know, for a moment, we can't help you.

We don't know his address.

We don't know where he is, or even if he's still alive.

We don't know anything.

Excuse my brother, he seems mean, but he is just desperate.

Desperate ? Yes.

It is she who will be desperate the day she realizes everything she has lost.

But stop.

I'm going to hook you up.

He was always sure.

He was always sure.

What is the deadline?

I Suzanne, there is my kitchen.

Suzanne, what's going on?

Hello miss. What's going on?

Will daddy come back?

No, on the contrary, he decided to extend his stay.

So what? What does that mean?

According to Mr. Cartier, this means that your father has

finally gotten over your brother's death.

I didn't say that, Suzanne.

I only said that Mr. Dombé had given orders for

some changes to be made in the house.

And I have to add to you that anyone in his place would have been destroyed

by the evidence he went through.

But he knew how to stand up.

And for you, being frank means that he forgot Paul's death?

Anyone who doesn't like my father can imagine such a thing.

You're right, I don't like your father.

I have immense admiration for him.

A boundless esteem.

When it comes to people like Mr. Dombé,

the word love has no currency.

It shows us all how we must control our passions.

And you are in the best position to know.

Mr. Dombé asked me to look for some papers and send them to him.

But maybe you don't trust me?

Want to follow me to check it out?

I never meddle in dad's business.

Do what he asked you to do.

Me, on the other hand, I would like to follow you, just out of curiosity.

GOOD.

Since you are so curious.

Yes, I'm curious.

Unlike you.

Because for me, from what I have seen, it is that Mr. Dombais intends

to completely turn his life upside down.

Changing a few pieces of furniture and a few curtains doesn't mean turning

your life upside down, as you say. It depends.

If the curtains turn pink and we bring in furniture It's not

possible for a kettle.

A boudoir.

Certainly, Suzanne, I really appreciate your sense of observation.

Get out of here.

Get out, I tell you.

I don't believe you.

And anyway, I will never allow it anyway.

But what is happening?

We have only started clearing this room

according to the owner's orders.

I told you I didn't believe you.

Dad would never have given such an order.

Paul's room will remain as it was when he was alive.

What should I do?

This is just my humble opinion, but it might be wiser

to wait for Mr. Dombai.

After all, Mr. Dombai's daughter and Mr. Paul's sister also has

the right to have her opinion, right?

Well, anyway, we still have time.

We can continue. Let me go.

I'll have you lift the work upstairs.

Do you know what I dream about sometimes?

One evening, we will

both come back to this room, Dad and I.

We will talk about Paul, about all the things

we experienced together.

We like him.

Tell me, evil monster, is Mr. Dombé also

a fervent admirer of nature?

Certainly, my dove, but in secret.

A man who occupies a capital role in the industry of this country

unfortunately does not have the leisure to display his tastes.

You see, Mr. Dombé, I believe that nature wanted to

make me an Arcadian.

It is an absurdity that I live in society.

My only passion is cows.

I always wanted to retire to a Swiss chalet and live there

completely surrounded by cows and porcelain.

Nature, madam, is undoubtedly a very respectable institution.

Nature, mother, invites you to go take your medicine.

You excuse us.

Are you leaving?

Joseph is a dejected and unhappy man to feel thus abandoned.

Perfidious.

Instead, say that you are very happy to finally be rid of us.

Let's go. Bye.

Madame de Préville and her daughter Édith were regulars at spas

and other vacation spots.

All of Madame de Préville's friends called her Cleopatra because she had

served as a model for a fashionable artist, 40 years previously,

to represent the Egyptian empress.

The beauty of the lady and the painter had both disappeared, the nickname

and the attitude remained.

And that's why she maintained the wheelchair and the valet

who pushed it, because it was purely out of attitude that she refrained from walking.

Who is the odious being who enters there?

This is intolerable.

Disappear whoever you are.

You won't have the heart to come to Joséphese, madame.

So it's you.

After thinking about it, you can enter.

Sit down.

Sit far away.

Don't come too close, because I feel very weak this morning.

Come on, you feel the sun, you are positively tropical.

My God, madam, there was a time when Joseph Saccotte

was nicknamed the Flower, the Flower of the regiment.

Yes, the Flower may be a little faded, but the root,

Come on, always.

And how is your excellent friend, Mr. Dombai?

Dombai is as well as a man in his condition can be.

And his condition is desperate, madam.

In Dombai, he was hit. He is touched.

A paionet across the I don't understand.

You worry me.

The animal is beaten to death, madam.

We must finish it.

Monster God, but you scare me.

I don't understand your morbid allusions.

No, but madame has asked me to ask you for the hand of your daughter Edith.

How ? But what are you saying?

But this is a completely impossible situation.

My entire existence is linked to that of Edith.

The franchise is in It is one of the main characteristics

of the Saccottes breed.

I ask you clearly, madam.

Are we going to marry Dombai with Édith de Prévilles?

But a rude character.

You suspect what a mother's heart feels, but you say it

in hateful language.

But Dombé is a great catch, madam. Long live man, you.

You are very punishing.

Wait, Dombé is proud.

You know, if tomorrow I don't have the answer-Tomorrow?

But at least give me time.

I tried all possible arguments, but you know my darling,

she appreciates Mr. Dombé's qualities, but love is a

divine grace that cannot be decreed.

Alright.

Then, all is lost, madam.

Everything is lost.

How is my dear friend?

Very good, thank you Lucretia.

You too, I hope.

Beware of this rumor, my dear Louise.

No, but it's nothing, it's nothing at all.

It's just the change of weather.

Change is to be expected.

Time? But everything, of course.

As I always say, we live in a world where everything is changing.

It's like my brother.

It is an immense joy for me to see how he managed to overcome

the challenges and how he was able to prove himself worthy of the name of Dombai.

I only hope that she will also be worthy of the name and that she

will understand the honor given to her.

Forgive me, dear Amine, I do not understand you,

I fear I am very stupid.

For my part, I only have one thing to say, she is very beautiful.

Her name too, moreover, is quite beautiful and said.

It is both rare and distinguished.

Her mother is a noble, strong, elegant woman.

So of course, it's not up to me to say whether or not it's good

for her to live with them.

That's Charles's business, not mine.

So my dear Lucretia, I have no doubt that you will be very

happy to learn that this marriage will take place immediately.

You will definitely enjoy it a lot.

I would never have believed such a thing coming from you, Lucretia.

Never.

Louise, how can you talk to me like that?

Do you think I'm blind?

You think that you were able to warm yourself to my brother's hearth like a snake

and through me, almost succeed in slipping into his

confidence, daring to hope that he will unite with you.

To you?

No, but really, it's an idea whose absurdity

almost makes you forgive the treachery. But I didn't say anything.

If I were somewhat dejected by this news and if I never thought

that Mr. Dombai was willing to show some weaknesses towards me, it

is certainly not you who would condemn me.

She's going to say that I encouraged her. She's going to say it.

I don't blame you, Louise.

Lucretia, in my capacity as my brother's sister,

as my brother's wife's sister-in-law, and if I may add:

in my capacity as Dombai, the only thing I wish you is hello .

The left side, a little higher.

No, that's too much. They are coming.

They are coming.

What a marvel!

Do you allow me to buy a pudding? Are you going to make me fuck the dog,

the rest of the house?

He dresses for the old days with quite a few things.

I don't know.

What is this?

That's what Jeanne Papa says, you know.

My cat, your son.

Do you remember? Lying down, say.

Hold.

Come my cat, come.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

It was my daughter, Florence. Hey, you're bothering me.

Come on.

I'm going to spend it on the beach.

I had planned the And Come Back, etc.

And this look.

Madame de Préville, I must please my friend Cartier by introducing him to you.

You heard me talking about Monsieur Cartier.

I am enchanted, absolutely charmed.

The pleasure is all mine.

Mademoiselle de Prévilles.

I was still thinking about it recently.

But why aren't we more natural?

I guess I guess we could be more natural if we really wanted to.

These are definitely Murano girandoles, aren’t they?

Have you ever been to Venice?

I think we went just about everywhere.

It's a magical place, isn't it?

Probably, since everyone says so.

Edith, my dearest, why don't you play a tune?

I am sure that Mr. Dombé is consumed with the desire to hear from you.

I'm sure, Mom, that he's not so consumed that

he can no longer say it himself.

Do you see my dear Edith’s jokes?

Bad girl.

I would be extremely obliged to you.

As you please.

Remember

this dream of the bird, there the bird is sleeping.

Remember Tell me, Mr. Dombé,

Don't you think that this painting

is extremely medieval?

Personally, I love the Middle Ages.

And you, Mr. Dombé, aren’t you crazy about it?

Of course, yes.

You are welcome.

Explain to me, what happened?

I feel like it's my fault, but I don't understand.

It's your song, ma'am.

It's been months since Mademoiselle last touched a piano.

She played well, I assure you. Very good indeed.

So what?

And so this song that you chose, it was

his brother's favorite song.

It was the last one she sang to him before her death.

And where is Miss Florence hiding?

You can take me to his room.

Follow me, I will accompany you.

But no, my dear Saccotte, you are the last of the barbarians when it comes to poetry.

You don't understand anything about those dear old days of yesteryear with that

delicious fortress, those old dungeons, in that torture chamber.

But it's zero.

These Romanesque stories, everything that makes life a little fun.

We have degenerated and it is frightening.

Can we have a coffee, we have...

Please excuse me.

A little attention, please.

Florence and I decided to sing a duet.

An ancient heart?

But what a charming idea.

And how did the clave persist?

Where did the messa la clave come from?

My God,

At this precise moment, a fleeting shadow

darkened Mr. Dombé's mind.

He had just seen on Edith de Bréville's face a smile that was new to him.

The interest she had just shown in his daughter resonated for him

like a secret reproach.

Without meaning to, his mind slipped from previle to small pole.

Here again, Florence had been able to receive from her brother

an affection from which he had been excluded.

He's not good.

Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay,

stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.

Miss, can you?

I've found.

See, is it better?

What did I tell you?

If you want, but... That's fine.

You were right, Florence.

Now it's time, you need to go get dressed too.

Your dress is in the small living room.

Yes, it will be your turn one day.

Maybe much sooner than you think.

Time passes so quickly.

You have already been in love Yes.

Well, no, not really.

It was more like friendship.

I never told anyone about it.

Only Suzanne knows.

And you now.

And where is this friend?

I don't know.

He left.

Besides, I think it's a bit my fault.

You haven't tried to find it?

No.

You know, friendship is precious.

If I had a friend, I think I would do anything to keep him.

If you feel guilty, you need to go get it and apologize.

Do you believe? Mmm-hmm.

It's a long story.

The first time we met, I was barely seven years old.

Hello, look.

Isn't that absolutely lovely? No.

That way, later on, we will look like two sisters.

Today, Edith will leave me and I will find myself plunged

into total solitude.

Unless you agree to keep me company.

Would you like it, my darling?

I will take care of you.

I will watch over the formation of your soul.

I adore you as much as Edith.

And that will be a great consolation to me in the extremely lamentable situation

to which I will find myself reduced.

You're not ready yet, but you have to What are you telling me now?

What are you saying?

That after all the evil, all the trouble that I have given myself

to make you happy, I am a source of contagion and corruption.

That we can't leave this Florence with me?

You know, as I am sensitive to wickedness, you take

pleasure in making me suffer.

You have no gratitude.

However, I feel like I went way beyond what I

should have done for you, mother.

So why deprive myself of the presence of Florence?

So what does it mean to you?

Listen.

I forbid you from approaching Florence from near or far.

I don't want you to do to her what you did to me.

But what have I done with you?

Oh, you're worse than a child, a I can't take it anymore.

If life is going to be a series of scenes like this, I just have to

look for a way to put an end to it.

Leave Florence alone.

If No, I swear, I'm getting out of this carriage this instant and I'm renouncing this marriage.

And you know me. What I said, I will do.

Charles

Philippe d'Ombé, will you take

Edith Constance de Prévis as your wife? From Previle.

Yes.

And say, Constance de Préville, do you want to take

Charles Philippe d'Ombé as your husband?

Yes.

From here, come happiness, come misfortune, come wealth, come poverty.

They are bound to love and cherish each other until death do them part.

I Not a smile, not a smile.

However, they are wrinkled enough to still be able to, I don't know,

we're going to express something.

What a bore!

Usually, when Cleopatra is at the party, we have more fun.

A wedding party looks more like a funeral wake to them.

Yes, exactly, a funeral, but then without the sobbing

and crying, because none of the participants

were named in the test before.

In my opinion, the party might end sooner than expected.

If you ask me, our friend would perhaps be better off

by marrying a woman who is a little less beautiful, a little less proud

and to choose a little richer.

If you ask me, it's a weakness on his part,

but he'll live long enough to repent of it.

Is everything going well?

Yes, everyone looks happy.

Did you notice the couple who just left?

Do you know what the man said to dad?

That he had never seen him so happy since poor Paul was born.

And his wife, she quoted a poem.

She compared Edith to a star in the constellation of the sky.

Yes, that's what he kept repeating.

Haven't you forgotten?

No, rest assured, the car is in place,

but you have to find the right moment.

Are you leaving already, aunt? What a wedding!

Truly, what a marriage!

I don't change any more than you do, my poor Florence.

Who is paying attention to me? Person.

This old woman is completely crazy.

So, is this piece of clothing coming, my daughter?

Honestly, my mother-in-law.

But it doesn't matter.

You know her, your aunt.

At funerals, she would like to be in the place of the dead

and at the wedding, in the place of the bride.

Come on, go join the guests.

This is a completely honest transaction.

THANKS. And fair.

She was bought regularly and he, you can count on being

caught just as regularly.

It's you, miss.

You're in luck.

I was just going to come see you to apologize.

Last time, I wasn't quite in my natural state.

This explains it.

My brother and I apologize to you all.

On the other hand, the state I was in was due to the disappearance of our Arthur.

Disappearance of which, if I dare say, you are in a certain

way at the origin.

Excuse us, but we don't have much time.

We just wanted to find out.

Of course you don't have time to listen to my excuses.

I understand, I I understand.

And then, the excuses of an old drunk, what are they worth?

Although if you look at it closely, this whole disaster

is still a little bit your fault.

These young ladies would have liked to apologize to us.

Unfortunately, they don't have time.

Yes, that's it.

I came to apologize.

Forgive me, I know I should have come sooner, but there has been a lot

of upheaval in my life.

As soon as you know...

Hello Miss Lombé.

Hello Suzanne.

Arthur, are you there?

I didn't know.

I didn't expect to meet you.

Me neither.

Make yourself at home.

Me, unfortunately, I have to return to my ship.

I'm glad to have met you, to have been able to see

that you are doing well.

What the hell are you doing?

It's edible.

Where did you buy this fish? What did they want yesterday?

They hadn't been. They still had a week left.

When did he come back, Mr. Arthur?

A month ago. When he left, you remember, we didn't know.

He signed up as a simple cabin boy on a Not All for the West Indies.

Now he has returned.

He is a cadet at the naval school and everything is going very well.

Suzanne, we are waiting for us at reception.

Excuse us, but we really have to go too.

Is lunch already finished? Yes.

The last guest left 10 minutes ago.

Absolutely not.

We wonder who made you, we wonder if you did it.

Where are you going?

So, did you go there? Yes.

And what did they tell you?

Do they know where he is?

I saw him. Arthur?

Have you seen Arthur? So what?

I am delighted to see that the fatigue of this delicious day did

not bother Madame Dombé too much.

Madame Dombé has taken sufficient care to remove any

worry from you in this regard.

I regret, madame, that you did not consider that it was

your duty, your duty, madame, to receive my friends with

a little more kindness.

I didn't notice that you showed more thoughtfulness towards my guests.

There is a difference, ma'am.

You are my wife.

And some of the people who offended you today,

and in a very clear way, Madame Dombé, do you honor, I must

tell you, let's visit you.

Do you know, sir, that you do not speak within the family circle?

Cartier, madame, as you are aware, has my confidence.

He understands very well what I'm talking about.

I would like to tell you, for your sake, Madame Dombé,

that I consider that these people-And I am asking you, sir,

if you know that you do not speak within the family circle.

I have to beg, plead, demand that I be allowed to withdraw.

However light and unimportant the differences may be, I-My dear

Edith and my dear Don B.

Our excellent friend, Mr. Cartier, used the very words

that I had in mind. Light and unimportant.

My dear Edith and my dear Don B, don't we know that a disagreement

between you can only be slight and unimportant?

Perfect agreements are too artificial.

And I cannot very much regret these little flashes of brilliance

from Cupitre's torch.

Not Cupiton, the other charming creature.

I indicated to Mrs. Dombé what I disapprove of in her conduct and what

I wish to see reformed.

It doesn't seem like too much to ask?

My daughter was exhausted from the events of the day.

There was too much emotion, too much emotion.

And I myself am completely upset.

I would apologize, but I feel like I need to lie down.

Florence?

So, have you seen Arthur?

What did you say to yourself?

Can I tell you this tomorrow?

I feel tired.

I have a headache.

I have to...

I have to lie down.

By marrying Édith de Préville, Mr. Dombai imagined

that the proud character of his second wife would be added to his own.

Exalts its greatness.

He had never considered the possibility that she would stand against him.

You all had that time, kids.

It's too light that we have.

Mom sucks.

I'm going to spend the day on the With the arrival of Edith,

Florence could have imagined that a new, happier life would begin.

But all she saw now was that her new mother

was making her father suffer.

She was no longer able to have the same relationship of trust with Edith

and most often sought to avoid her.

The atmosphere in Ombey's house became more oppressive every day.

And God knows how things would have turned out if...

Bitch.

Slut.

Slut. What was done?

Help me, please. There is something elsewhere.

We were there in the living room.

Yes, we're going to plant it.

Let's go.

Slowly, slowly. Alright.

Monsieur Cartier is already in Trouville.

He If I were busy renting a house by the sea, you will be very comfortable there.

I myself will try to visit you this Sunday.

But let's see my dear Crombois, you absolutely have to...

You absolutely have to come see me soon.

I just said, madam, that I will come and see you in a day or two.

There you go, my little darling.

Edith, what's her name again?

Her name is Florence, mom.

My mother thanks you for agreeing to come with us.

She insisted a lot.

If my presence can be useful to Madame de Préville.

Good Lord, lady, you're not inviting old Joe to come?

Joe? Who is this mysterious character?

Finally, who do you think Joseph Saccotte means by this old Joe?

Otherwise, Joe himself.

You want to talk about yourself. Wicked.

Edith.

Edith. Yes, mom.

Come closer.

Don't you think it's weird?

That so many people want to come see me in Trouville?

I'll come back and he might just wait for me to come back.

I'll tell you, sir, there's no point in hiding the facts.

Your Our mother-in-law is going by wire to the left, sir.

The great outdoors and care can still do a lot.

Don’t worry, it’s totally tablet-friendly.

That's an extraordinary zin.

You are here.

I have never been so surprised in my life.

And you have an idiogeme, Miss Dombé.

Excuse me, but...

If I take the liberty of speaking to you, it is because I know how

difficult your position is.

I have had Mr. Dombé's trust for years and I know he has a fault.

A kind of stubbornness rooted in the feeling of his

power, before which all must bow.

In a way, you could say that your husband

is a slave to his own greatness.

Excuse me, Miss Dombé.

I...

It doesn't matter.

Mr. Cartier, is it honest of you to speak in this tone of denigration

of Mr. Dombé, of whom you are the main advisor

and main courtier.

Advisor, yes.

Courtier, no.

Our interests and conveniences sometimes force us to adopt attitudes

that have no real basis, don't they?

Every day we see associations or friendships of interest and convenience.

There are marriages of interest and convenience themselves.

I find you very imprudent.

I would just have to repeat your words to my husband.

The relationship you have with Mr. Dombé leads me to think

that between two versions of the same fact, it is my point of view that he would choose.

Miss Dombé?

I was thinking, if you enjoyed going to the boarding house in Humbert,

I thought I would stop by one day or another.

But that doesn't matter.

But I... It really doesn't matter.

Bye.

What I mean, Mr. Toupin, is that I too was planning

to go to the Humberts.

I am terribly sorry.

I think I had a very bad idea when I suggested coming here.

I'm happy to have revisited this place.

Excuse me, Miss Dombé.

If you would allow me, or if you do not consider me a

freedom, Miss Dombé, that I...

Without any encouragement.

If I had to hope. Do you see?

Miss Dombé, I adore you so much that I no

longer know what to do with myself.

I beg you, I beg you to just allow me to hope that I

could believe it possible that you-No, no, no, no, no, I beg you.

Please, Mr. Toupin, say no more,

it is the grace that I ask of you.

You have shown me so much kindness. I am so grateful to you.

And really, really, I love you so much in that way.

Yes.

Of course.

Of course.

Miss Dombé.

Certainly.

It doesn't matter.

I only came to say hello, because I have to leave.

Yes, that's it.

I have to leave.

But forget what I told you.

It doesn't matter.

It really doesn't matter.

You always accuse me of having ruined your life, of having made you a

trap for men.

I don't blame you for anything. Don't interrupt me.

You tell me that I sold you to this man, that he bought you like

a horse at the fair.

But do you realize, Edith, that you are talking about a man,

a gentleman?

Do you realize that you are his wife, Edith, and that he

gave you a position?

And I see hard, and then I don't know what else.

Yes, but I know all that.

And who do you owe all this to, Edith?

To your best. Yes.

I know I was a bad mother.

I thought that I had destroyed your life.

But no, mom.

If I made you unhappy.

Forgive me, my child. Forgive me.

Forgive My love.

What have I forgiven you for?

Don't be afraid, mom.

I love you. Liar!

You hate me.

You always did everything to contradict me.

You could have gotten married 100 times if you had put your mind to it.

I can see it in your eyes that you hate me the way you look at me.

It's not my imagination.

I don't mean to hurt you, but I know now.

You hate me.

Go close those curtains.

I don't want to see this horrible moon anymore.

I apologize, thank you.

Sometimes I may have seemed too harsh to you. Have no fear.

I don't blame you for anything.

I know that everything you did, you did for my good.

You wanted to provide us with a life of luxury.

That was your goal. You have arrived there.

Perhaps you are only mistaken about what I really wanted.

I'm not...

I don't like it.

Do you know what is the most precious gift I have received in my life?

It's the little oak tree that you gave me for my tenth birthday.

This oak, this bird.

It's the only gift you've ever given me.

And I swear to you that it is much more valuable

than all the strings of pearls offered by the admirers that you

have thrown at my feet.

Madame Dombé is in her room, she doesn't want to see anyone.

But I'm sure for you, she'll make an exception.

Can I come in?

Forgive me.

Lately, I must have seemed distant to you.

I understand you very well.

I don't blame you.

I know I have no right to tell you that.

My father can sometimes seem

quite harsh, severe, a little cold.

But believe me, deep down, he is a very good, very honest person.

Don't think I'm angry with your father.

He's your father, you love him just the way he is.

I loved my mother too.

They are our parents.

We love them with their qualities and their faults.

I too, sometimes, I would like to be accepted as I am.

I know I'm not an angel.

But I swear to you that I will do my best to make sure everything goes well.

I care about you.

And I will do everything to make you happier than I was.

I

don't want you I haven't eaten

for a long time, sir, but I came to

say a prayer to you.

If I have decided to come and speak to you, know that it is not for me,

but for Florence.

My daughter has nothing to do with any of this.

Since our marriage, you have been arrogant towards me and

I have paid you the same money.

You have shown me and those around us that you feel you

have done me a favor by marrying me.

This is not my opinion and I have also shown it.

You feel no tenderness for me and you know very well that I

feel none either.

We could go on forever.

But in There Is a Tie That Binds Us, others are taken.

There is someone who suffers unfairly from this situation.

It's your daughter, sir.

I told you, Florence has nothing to do with all this.

What I say, I mean it.

And what I promise, I will keep.

If you want to promise me to be lenient on your side,

I will be lenient on mine.

You, madame, offer me your indulgence.

Your indulgence, madam.

For my daughter's sake, you say, you agree to be lenient.

Please know, Madam, that I cannot entertain any proposal of this

extraordinary nature.

Wait, in the name of Heaven, let's not behave like children.

We are a very unhappy couple, alienated from all the feelings

which are the blessing of marriage.

But over time, it is possible that

some friendships or some adjustments to each other will arise between us.

I'll try to hope so if you want to try too.

You do not seem to understand your situation and I fear that you hardly

understand who and what I am, Madame Dombé.

I think I understand it perfectly.

Then you will understand that it is completely useless to continue

such discussions.

You are right.

Our first and last confidences are over, sir.

Nothing could make us more strangers to each other than we

are now.

I will follow the route that suits me, Madam.

Without letting me distract you, you can count on it.

I pointed out to Madame Dombé certain domestic points on which it

seemed necessary to insist.

I didn't manage to convince her.

Cartier, I have the idea that in the future, when I find myself in the need

to remonstrate with him again, I will make my

opinion known to him through you. Please, sir.

Alright.

THANKS.

If I may, it seems to me that to be useful to you,

I would have to be able to serve you effectively.

Unfortunately, I do not have the honor of being well regarded by Madame Dombai.

In my position I have no reason to expect it, but I have to accept

the fact that I am not.

It can be.

However, I hope that you will have the kindness, neighborhood,

to announce to Mrs. Dombai that I am not satisfied with her conduct.

I am greatly unhappy.

Is that all?

You will also tell Mrs. Dombai that I do not approve of her

attitude towards my daughter.

Signore, per favore, signore, drito, drito.

Oh.

Am I wrong when it seems to me that you see this as a means

of humiliating Madame Dombai's pride?

And to reduce it to the submission that you so naturally demand and that's

exactly what you're saying?

I am not in the habit, as you know, of justifying the courses

of action that I deem fit to adopt.

I had not imagined, I admit, that you could reject

a testimony of my confidence.

We will confide your request to him, however...

Then the matter is settled.

What is said is said.

See you tomorrow.

It seems to me that the fly is higher.

No, no.

No, look, she's there.

Now for the hat.

Yes ?

Excuse me for disturbing you.

I cannot tell you with what regret I have come to prepare you for the news

of a very small accident.

Word of honor, there is no cause for alarm, but Mr. Dombais...

Everything is fine, Miss Flot, everything is fine.

Your father fell from a horse, but nothing serious.

Mr. Dombais ordered me to prepare his room and the doctor

recommends the greatest calm.

Again, there is no cause for concern, but

you can rest assured.

Excuse me.

The Dombé, the neighborhoods, the famous companies, I swear.

Beautiful people.

They're going to turn my breasts into needles and pins with

the points on all sides.

For what ?

Why is it because I can't see it?

Because he needs calm.

Come change.

It's a very small horse accident.

These things happen all the time.

I'm sorry.

I am obliged to recommend that you be careful in your demonstrations

of affection for Mademoiselle Dombé.

Cautious?

What do you mean ?

To be careful not to show too much love for this young girl.

Too much love, sir?

Who is the judge of my affection?

YOU ? It's not me.

Who then?

I had to say that your attitude towards Mademoiselle Dombé does not

please his father.

She suggests comparisons that are not unfavorable to him.

He wants you to change, radically.

Besides, by continuing to show your affection, you will not be doing

the person who is the object of it any favors.

It's a threat. It's a threat.

But it is not against you that it is directed.

It's Miss Florence.

She insists on seeing her father.

Would it be just a minute?

Unfortunately, I cannot make such a decision.

This ban comes directly from Mr. Dombais.

I know that your affection for Florence is sincere, I have no doubt of it.

But you would be very unhappy if you made his situation worse.

Say no more.

Leave me, please.

I will come here constantly to see your husband and to take care

of his affairs.

It will be necessary for you to give me the opportunity

to speak with you very soon

. Any time but now.

You will understand that during our interviews, the presence of Miss

Dombé will not be desirable.

I am requesting an interview as someone who has the good fortune to have your

trust and who perhaps will be able to save you a lot of inconvenience.

We'll talk about it later, but for the last time,

this is the last time.

Leave.

Enter.

What do you want? I wanted to speak to you, sir.

It has now been 16 years, sir, that I have been at your service with

Miss Florence, my mistress who did not yet know how

to speak well when I came here.

And if I'm not Methuselah, I'm not a swimsuit kid either.

There never was a better young lady than Miss Florence.

And I know better than anyone because I know it

in sorrow and in joy. Although she has little joy.

I saw her with her brother and then I saw her alone.

And I can tell everyone perfectly that Mademoiselle Florence is

the best person who has ever breathed.

They will tear me to pieces, sir, that I will repeat it again.

What does that mean? What does this audacity mean?

This means, sir, that I speak respectfully and without offending

anyone, but speaking the truth.

Why do I have this audacity, then?

I don't know, but that's how it is.

Sir, you don't know me, my mistress.

You don't know her.

You wouldn't know her so badly if you did.

Miss Flore, the most devoted, the most patient, the most respectful

and the most beautiful of girls. And there is no gentleman, sir.

No, all the same, he would be as noble and as rich as all the nobility

of France who would not be proud of her.

He would only do his duty.

And if he really knew the value of his daughter, he would rather lose his

greatness and his fortune, piece by piece, and go away,

begging in rags from door to door.

I say this to everyone, perfectly.

Get out.

Leave this room immediately.

Sorry, sir, but even if I have to lose my place,

I will not leave here until I have said what I still have to say.

It's possible that I'm not a Hindu widow, that's true,

and I wouldn't want to become one.

But if once I decided to burn myself alive, well I would.

And there, I decided to continue. Are there other people?

Where are the people? Are there other people?

You don't know your own daughter, sir.

You don't know her.

You don't know what you're doing, sir.

I tell everyone that it is a sin, that it is a shame.

I told truths that should have been said a long time ago.

Let me go.

Suzanne.

You are leaving me. Tell me it's not possible.

But be quiet, Miss Flore, please.

I don't want to give them the pleasure of making me cry.

What's the matter?

What happened?

You don't want to tell me? No, my darling.

Don't question me or try to intervene to make me

stay because that's impossible and you'll only hurt yourself.

Oh, God bless you, my dear darling.

Poor Miss Dombai.

I am afraid that if you do not make the effort to follow my present

recommendations, Mr. Dombai will make the decision for me

and I know that there is already his decision to permanently remove Florence from her home.

I have to leave now.

Don't worry about me.

I'm going to my brother who has a farm in Brittany.

I would be very happy there.

Mr Toupin.

Miss Dombé!

What an extraordinary surprise.

I passed by there completely by chance.

What a coincidence. Dear Mr. Toupin.

You have shown me in friendships that I believe

I can ask you for a favor.

Miss Dombé, if you want to ask me for one, you

will restore my appetite that I lost a long time ago.

Suzanne, who is an old friend for me, the oldest friend I have.

He leaves us suddenly.

She leaves alone. She goes to her home in the provinces.

Can I ask you to accompany her until they

are installed in the stagecoach? Miss I'm sorry.

It is an honor that you do me and a mark of kindness that you give me.

This proof of confidence after my despicable behavior in Trouville.

No.

Please don't think about it anymore.

So you I'll have goodness.

Oh yes.

THANKS.

Thank you a thousand times.

You can't imagine how grateful I am to you.

On my soul and conscience,

you have all my sympathy.

I can't imagine anything more dreadful than being forced

to leave Mademoiselle Dombé.

But let's see, no, you shouldn't. Or rather yes.

Yes, yes, it is necessary.

That's what I meant.

What do you need, Mr. Toutpin?

Come and have dinner at my place before leaving.

My cook is a very respectable woman.

It's not possible. One of the most loving people I have ever seen.

And she will be delighted to do everything to make you feel good.

Say, Suzanne.

Do you know, Miss Dombé?

Yes, sir. Do you think she could...

You know, right?

I...

Excuse me, Mr. Toupein, I don't understand anything you're saying.

Do you think she could get to...

Not right away, but with a lot of time?

With a lot of time?

To grandma.

You know.

Lord ?

No, in my opinion, never.

No, never.

No importance. THANKS.

Time did not weaken the barrier that existed between Mr.

Dombai and his wife.

During the four months following Mr. Dombai's accident,

their relationship remained unchanged.

A granite rock could not have remained more stubbornly placed across

Mr. Dombai's road.

The servants had a lot to say about Mr. and Mrs. Dombai

and Mr. Cartier, who seemed to play the role

of mediator between them, as if they were trying to restore peace without succeeding.

They all deplored this situation, but on the whole

it was pleasant for them to have such a beautiful subject to discuss and they got

all they could give from it.

Since Suzanne's departure, Florence had noticed a

considerable change in her mother-in-law's attitude towards her.

From that day on, Edith avoided meeting the young

girl, except at the table and in the presence of Mr. Dombai.

And then, And Edith, imperious, inflexible, silent,

didn't even look at her.

Florence felt great pain about it.

She had asked for explanations, but Edith only confirmed that it

was necessary for their relationship to be less frequent without wanting to say more.

However, no longer divided in her affection between two people,

Florence could love them both without being unfair to either.

And yet, it is this kind of trial that made

us the men we have become.

I will tell you frankly, it may be crude, but...

A little blood of the sacottes, authentic and French,

would do devilish good to the human race.

I remind you, madam, that

the Jubilet of the Dombai et fils company must take place tomorrow,

that you still have not given me the list of your guests.

If you don't bother with this task, there's a good chance

your friends will be turned away at the entrance.

I won't be there for your party.

We are expecting nearly 300 people, including several very important personalities.

The Minister of Commerce, Industry and Labor will even be present.

I won't be there for your party.

However improbable my desire to see you associated with this event may be,

there are appearances that must be maintained in front of the world.

If you have no self-respect, Madam, I have none.

Madam, please let me speak.

I say that if you have no self-respect - And I say that I have none.

Dad, excuse me, can I get out of the table?

No.

Cartier, I am going to ask you to be kind. I

am informed, Madame Dombai, that if she has no self-respect,

I have some self-respect and that I insist that the Things

happen tomorrow as I decided.

Can you tell your sovereign master, sir, that I wish to speak

with him, alone, on this subject?

Cartier, Madame Dombai, Being aware of the reasons

which oblige me to refuse this privilege, you are exempt from

paying a message of this kind.

Your daughter is here, sir. And my daughter will stay there.

My daughter, madam.

I tell you that I want to speak to you alone.

If you are not crazy, take heed of my words.

I have the right to speak to you wherever and whenever I please, and my good pleasure

to speak to you here and now.

Well, talk.

I must first tell you, madam, that you are adopting a

threatening attitude that does not suit you.

As far as my daughter is concerned, it is in no way contrary to her duties

towards me that she should know the kind of conduct she should avoid.

In this moment, you are a very remarkable example of this and I hope

that she will benefit from it.

So, sir, it is not enough for you to know what

happened between you and me.

You add the baseness of making your daughter the witness to our

heartbreak, even though you forced me to sacrifice to protect her.

The only bond of affection, the only feeling that matters

to me in this house.

Miss Dombai, come out immediately. But dad...

Get out.

I understand, Madam, the spirit of opposition

which directed your affections in this direction, but we faced them,

Madame Dombé, and we rejected them.

Well, too bad for you.

Yes.

When things get worse for me, they are a thousand

times worse for you.

I don't want to play any role in your house, not tomorrow, not on any

other birthday today.

I refuse to be shown to anyone as the rebellious slave

you bought and tamed.

Cartier, Madame Dombé, in all this, forgets what

she owes herself and what she owes me.

Come and deliver me from the chain that binds me.

Let me go.

Pardon.

Give me back my freedom.

Madam.

Mrs. Dombé?

Tell him that I want a separation between us, that I invite him to it.

Tell him that these conditions will be mine, that I don't care about his

fortune and that the sooner the better.

Do you imagine it possible, madame, that I would listen

to this kind of proposal?

Do you know what Dombai et fils means?

Do you know what I represent?

Do you want people to say tomorrow that Mr. Dombaie

is separated from his wife?

You must have lost your mind.

I would like to allow myself, however painful the idea

of ​​having an idea different from yours may be for me, to return to this idea of ​​separation.

I know how incompatible this seems with your public position,

but if you consider that Madame Dombé, by living in the house,

transforms it into a place of quarrels, that her behavior is contrary

to all decency, would it not be preferable- Cartier, you are

misunderstanding your position in giving me advice

on a similar point.

You were employed - To the humiliation of Madame Dombé, I forgot it.

This was expressly understood. Excuse me.

Tell Mrs. Dombai when she arrives that she is still

welcome at the reception. Okay,

what's going on?

Where have the guests gone?

Alas, mademoiselle, we must speak frankly.

This neighborhood needs to be given a shot.

And the old day it I'm here to give it.

What happened with Mr. Cartier?

It was enough for your father to be away from business for a few

months for this crook to ruin the company. So.

Bridge diversion, there are no other words.

Of course, the news spread like wildfire.

That's why they left.

I don't understand anything.

Where is Monsieur Cartier now? Cartier.

Because he disappeared.

Do you know who with? With dear Edith.

Jo-sacotte was deceived.

But now his eyes are wide and wide.

There is no longer anyone he can trust.

Dad.

Victor, I don't want to see you anymore.

Don't join this drag.

You all plotted against me. All.

Vieillachelle, you found me.

How did you do it? And you ?

How could I abandon you?

Come on, come on.

Can I go back?

But of course, yes, miss, come in.

Come, come, my treasure. No, no.

But you shiver.

I was kicked out of the house. Hunted?

But your father.

Please don't say that word.

I left, that's all.

I didn't know where she was, so I thought...

Sure. No one expects me here either.

But no, you are at home here.

I can't speak for Arthur, but with Solomon

we often talk about you.

We were sure that you would come back to pay us a little visit one of these days,

very out of my heart.

Arthur.

Are you doing well ?

Alright.

A future admiral, I tell you.

He has someone to take after, the fellow.

If you had known me at his age, I was considered the

so-called scumbag of the entire navy.

He only told Mademoiselle about your life later.

You see she is tired.

Maybe she wants to eat something?

Yes.

I don't want to bother you any longer.

You don't bother.

I think I'll find it.

But come and help me with your chatter.

There you go, it's still my fault. No, but...

Very good.

How beautiful she is.

Do you remember what I said when she came

for the first time as a child?

I immediately said she was a real princess.

No, it was me who said that. No.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I picked her up and carried her to this exact bed.

She was light as a feather.

I'm the one who said she was a little princess.

No, you said she was an actress. Me ?

Yes. Did you say that?

You are really spoiled, my poor Solomon.

You're just passed out, but everything's okay.

No, no, no.

You are far too weak to go back.

No, no.

Treat this house as yours and you can stay there as

long as you want.

Above all, you have A rest.

But you can stay and sleep here, if you want.

No, she will be more peaceful in Arthur's room.

Ah good ?

Why Arthur's room?

Yes of course.

Arthur's room, of course.

Arthur's room.

There you go, miss.

You are safer here than in Chartres Cathedral.

If you need anything, please don't hesitate.

What did you like? You can't delete me.

I'll call you, we need to be found.

Finally, I started to wonder.

Did you get the titles?

Of course.

Everything went as planned.

With this transfer of ownership, we will be able to start

a life of luxury and pleasure again.

You know I thought I was going crazy with all your conditions and precautions.

Were you talking to me?

Then you didn't arrive, I almost started to doubt.

But finally, you are here.

I wouldn't have missed it for anything.

You have never been more beautiful than today.

I found us a safe retreat in southern Italy,

the ideal place to console ourselves for the slavery we suffered.

Don't move.

Don't move, don't come closer to me throwing these papers out the window.

Is this a joke?

Do you believe in You impress me with this parody of virtue?

And you ?

Maybe you think you'll impress me?

That I'm afraid of you?

If that were the case, I wouldn't be here telling you

in your face what I have to say.

What do you want to tell me, my love?

Don't come near me.

I won't tell you anything until you go back to your seat.

Do you take me for your husband?

How many times?

How many times have you used that smile to insult me?

How many times, with your words and your sarcastic looks, have you ridiculed

my engagement and my marriage?

How many times have you blown on the fire?

How many times have you tried to humiliate me?

How many times?

I have no doubt, madame, that you have carefully kept the accounts.

But if that's your opinion, I don't see why you

ran away with me.

We are face to face for the last time.

You offered me revenge on my husband and I used

you for this revenge.

But think again.

Vengeance applied to both the master and the servant.

The mere touch of your hand fills me with disgust.

Attention.

You will already pay dearly enough for your betrayal.

Are you sure you want to lose everything?

Do you think I'm stupid enough to let you go?

Do you think I can be held?

I'll try, my darling.

Take care.

You have been betrayed like all traitors are.

We've made it known that you're here.

As true as I am alive, I saw my husband when I arrived at the station.

It shouldn't be long.

Bitch, you're lying.

Paul, here I am!

It's there, look.

For a whole year, the famous house of Ombé et fils had

fought for its existence, against rumors of bankruptcy,

difficult times and above all against the madness of its leader who refused

to reduce the importance of his companies by a hair. .

By the end of the year, the big house was on the ground.

I don't understand you, Charles. Frankly, I don't understand you.

You'll be here for weeks and weeks, sitting in this room.

Madame Chicou had three ideas about this terrible setback.

The first was that she didn't understand anything.

The second was that his brother hadn't made an effort.

The third, that if she had been treated better on the wedding day,

it would never have happened and that she had said it well at the time.

Mr. Dombai abandoned everything he owned without resistance

and asked no favors from anyone.

As a man of integrity, he was determined to pay what he could,

down to the last cent.

That is to say, according to his own words,

these means were sufficient for the house to pay, or almost,

and for no one to lose much.

Mr. Dombai is no longer at home.

According to some, he was dying. According to others,

he was falling into neurasthenic madness, but in everyone's eyes,

he was a finished man.

Mr. Dombai let people leave him with indifference.

The world abandoned him, rejected him.

Only Mademoiselle Lucrèce still went to the house which was deserted by everyone.

She would come in and stealth like a criminal.

She only wanted to be faithful to the object of her admiration

without anyone knowing.

Dombais et fils no longer existed.

These children no longer existed.

Mr. Dombais knew that he had fallen, that he would never rise again.

But in his hours of solitude, he realized that many

things could have been different.

This transformation had undoubtedly begun

when he received the letter from his daughter's young husband and when he became certain

of her departure for abroad.

Since then, he thought mostly about what could have been and what wasn't.

What it all boiled down to was this: he had

rejected his daughter and he had lost her.

He told himself that of all the things that had surrounded her,

she alone had never changed.

Until the last minute, she had never changed with him,

just as he had never changed with her.

And he had lost it.

Miss Florence.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Is dad there?

In the large living room.

Attention.

Be careful, finally.

You could fall.

We don't see anything there. Wait.

She's a real devil.

She was born on the boat that took us to Argentina.

I have so much to tell you, Dad.

I don't know where to start.

And there you have it, I warned you well, but you just do what you want.

I told you 1,000 times not to run like crazy.

You could have hurt yourself a lot worse than that.

You wouldn't have been able to watch her either.

You can't take care of me at all.

Excuse me, ma'am, this is for you.

Wait, who gave you this scholarship? I don't know, ma'am.

It was a veiled lady who came in a carriage.

She told me to give this to you.

That's all.

Embeddable.

Autumn days are shining.

And on the shore, we often see a young lady and a gentleman with white hair.

With them, there are two children, a little boy in a swaddle and a little girl.

And an old dog usually accompanies them.

The white-haired gentleman walks near the little boy.

He talks to him and watches over him as if he were his reason for living.

But only Florence knows the degree of the white-haired gentleman's affection

for the little girl.

Nobody talks about this story.

The child herself is almost surprised by a certain reserve that he observes

in his affection for her.

It seems like he keeps her like a treasure in his heart.

He can't bear to see a cloud on his face.

He can't stand her sitting alone on the sidelines.

He imagines for no reason that she would then feel offended.

When they are alone, they are very loving.

The child then sometimes says to him: Dear grandfather, why

are you crying while kissing me?

He only answers: Little Florence?

Little Florence.

And with a caress he brushes aside the curls that hide the

little girl's pensive eyes.