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Try to keep in line with those in front.

Yes. Look.

Admit it, it's not so hard.

-Too close. -Really?

Look.

One hand.

-What is it? -A tiny potato.

You now.

Lift it a touch higher.

-There we are. -Mama.

Even more checkers.

Here goes.

Six.

Think about it.

So if I start here...

One, two, three, four, five, six.

-I land here. -You may.

I've rolled a double. Double three.

You can't play it.

I can play this.

Yes.

Except there's no point because...

it stops me playing another three.

Whereas I can just do this.

Let's get this column on the march.

That's six and two.

-I'd like to... -Try it.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

I do not come for succor from the ill of infatuation

of which you make me die.

Rather to guard this world and lend it potency,

virtue, force and power

since it is in infancy,

puny, lacking effect and maturity,

through failure to sense our divinity.

Since the spring, dainty and virile,

loves the earth in vain, the earth is infertile.

What good are the flowers if the fruit does not ripen?

What good is the wheat if the grain is not golden?

All things have an end and tend toward some aim.

Destiny intended it so

when the world was ordered as it is.

Such is the convention of nature and God by fatal prescription.

-What? -Nails.

Thanks.

The other.

Nails.

Properly because...

I was gardening.

She was very kind.

-She looks scary. -Really?

You'll see, there's worse to come.

The strictest.

I drew her from memory.

Her.

She summoned pupils to her office and caned them on the legs.

Here you have the convent, seen from the rear.

The view from our dormitory.

The chapel.

Prayers three times a day.

This is a stained-glass window I really liked.

When were you allowed to go home?

The first year, only two days at Christmas.

The years after that...

A week in summer and three days at Christmas. That's all.

That's why I never came here. No time.

Do you remember cousin Augustine?

A small, slender woman.

No.

You were too young to remember her.

Here.

Thanks.

"Dearest cousin,

Home again after these few days spent in your company.

It was a joy to see your little Jeanne, who is growing so fast.

The child is a delight.

The journey seemed to us longer...

on the way home than on the way there,

certainly due to bad weather

making the roads more difficult to negotiate".

Simon-Jacques!

They're here.

-My lord. -Father.

Father.

Let me introduce Viscount Julien de Lamare,

whom I told you about.

A newcomer in the neighborhood.

-Baroness Le Perthuis des Vauds. -Your ladyship.

A very old and dear friend.

Her husband, the baron.

-Sir. -Your lordship.

And her daughter, Jeanne,

whom I baptized, to whom I gave first communion.

My Jeannette.

Miss.

Sir.

The Lamares you mention are related to the Busschères,

so from Gremonville on the other side.

-We're from Octeville. -I see.

Which doesn't prevent confusion since my...

A distant uncle of mine married a Busschère.

I see.

And so, the cousin of your uncle on your mother's side...

is a Labrière.

Absolutely.

Yes, I see.

And his sister-in-law...

was originally a Desfrancs.

The husband hanged himself.

-I knew his sister well. -Lady de Poupeville.

-Lady de Poupeville. -Henriette.

Who was our neighbor at our house in Rouen.

So you return regularly to Rouen to visit your family?

Yes, of course.

Do you like him?

Yes.

It's important.

Naturally, there are things to consider...

Julien's income is small. You are wealthier than he.

His parents passed away.

He was obliged to sell their château in order to...

reimburse his father's debts.

You see, his father had gambling debts.

However, the idea is not to calculate...

It's a question of feelings.

Naturally, we're not calculating.

I'm telling her that what matters most to us

is what she really thinks, not...

You must also be aware

that if you marry Julien,

your father and I will welcome him into our family as a son.

If you marry someone else, you will go

and live with strangers.

That's important to know.

I like him.

I find him to be...

I like him enormously.

But it's not about me.

Is that mint?

Don't be afraid.

Stop.

Rosalie!

Yes, my lady?

What are you doing?

Folding the laundry.

What did you say?

I'm folding the laundry.

Would you like to come and chat with me?

I still have work to do.

Will you love me forever?

Of course.

I will love you forever.

Rosalie, did you ask Lucien to stock the wood store upstairs?

Yes, my lady.

What's the wood for, Jeanne?

Can you imagine the quantity of wood if you heat like this all winter?

I heat the house, Julien. It's cold now.

I don't know, wear...

Wear thicker clothing.

I'm wearing thick clothing. Wool dress, shawl...

Put on another layer.

You cannot use so much wood.

Go out. Walk in the park, on the cliffs...

I walk in the park every morning.

The park in the morning, and afternoons elsewhere.

Don't heat the house for nothing.

Enough of this wastefulness.

Wood.

Candles!

Candles all over the house!

Whenever I come home, there are candles everywhere.

You go out every day, you visit our farms...

you see Lord de Fourville.

-We hunt. -I'm here alone.

We could visit him and his wife when he's not hunting.

I already told you, when our coat of arms

is on the carriage, yes. Not before.

Without a coat of arms, Papa and Mama...

No more "Papa and Mama"!

They no longer live here.

This is our home now.

Please stop saying, "Papa and Mama did this or that".

It's unbearable. You sound like a little girl.

Stop.

Jeanne, please.

Jeanne, please. Stop it.

Rosalie, if you won't talk, I can't help you.

Do you understand? I can't help if you won't talk.

Who is your child's father?

-I don't need help, my lady. -Tell me his name.

My husband will force him to marry you, find him work...

I don't want to, I said.

-Stop asking. I won't tell you. -I want to help.

I'm not condemning you or lecturing you.

I simply want to help.

You and your son.

I have nothing to say.

-Don't be ashamed with me. -I said, I have nothing to say.

We used to talk, tell each other everything.

Not now. That was then.

It's her problem, Jeanne.

A stranger knocks her up, she betrays us.

She has to cope with it now.

What do you want?

To keep it here under our roof?

He'll have a wet nurse, that's all.

-With you paying? -The father will pay...

You know who the father is? You know him?

I'll ask Rosalie again, and she'll...

She won't give his name.

She won't tell you or me.

I asked her too. She refuses to say.

Your maid refuses to talk.

So what will you do?

She takes her bastard child and leaves.

-Never! -They leave!

-We can't put Rosalie out. -We can.

We were raised together, by the same wet nurse.

-They won't stay... -I'll look after him.

-I'll raise the child if... -You?

You'll raise the child?

Do you ever think?

Do you think?

Imagine the gossip, what people will say behind our backs.

-They'll start avoiding us. -Let them avoid us.

-I won't throw Rosalie out. -Just ridicule on me.

You want to throw ridicule on me?

Is that what you want?

Did I ask you to take my glass?

It was for the aperitif, sir.

I repeat, did I ask you to take it?

No, sir.

Pour me another, will you?

Thank you.

Dearest parents,

Thank you for your letter, which warmed my heart.

Rosalie is back at work.

Julien is still angry with her,

but little by little, things are falling back into place.

Mr. Courtin has painted our coat of arms on the doors of the carriage.

We were at last able to visit Lord and Lady de Fourville.

They are two perfectly delightful people.

I believe I have finally met, in Lady de Fourville,

my first true friend.

She's a very amenable and amusing woman, full of enthusiasm.

Looking forward to seeing you next spring,

I send you all my love, my dearly beloved parents.

Lord God Almighty, when I want to understand you,

your grandeur dazzles and inhibits me too.

When my reason rises to your infinity,

into doubt and darkness I am plunged hastily.

I only grasp in the shrouds of the night

a fleeting glimmer that glows then fades from sight.

Still I hope since up there you smile.

For often when a day breaks sad and vile,

when every image is dark and cowed,

a ray of sunshine slips through the cloud

and points up there to a patch of blue.

When doubts abound and all is bleak,

in the soul something's glimmering.

For there remains, even in suffering,

in greatest despair and in times most dark,

a patch of blue sky...

and hope in one's heart.

Rosalie?

Can you fetch me some wood?

Julien.

Jeanne!

Stop!

Let me go!

-Jeanne! -Let me go!

Listen, Jeanne!

Listen to me!

Let go of me!

Stop!

Listen to me!

Let me go!

Please...

Let go of me!

Listen to me!

I'll refresh under your arms.

Sit down there.

Go ahead, Rosalie.

What happened?

How long had this been going on?

Shortly before my lord and lady were married.

He must have said something for you to give yourself to him.

Speak.

You must talk now.

Speak.

Please.

How did this happen, Rosalie?

Come on.

I was in the house and everybody else was outside.

I was busy in the kitchen.

His lordship called me upstairs to show me something.

So I went up.

He took hold of my hand and...

He said something. I don't remember what.

Then he started to kiss me.

And it happened.

Whenever he wanted, he came to my room or called me to his.

Rosalie, is Mr. Julien the father of your child?

Yes, Father.

Good. Nice and deep.

Cough for me, please.

Thank you.

And again.

Open your mouth, please.

Lady de Lamare, what I ask of you now is very important.

You must rest.

You have a severe infection of the bronchial tubes.

Given what you told me, and after examining you,

there is a strong probability that you are pregnant.

That's why I ask you to ensure you rest,

take good care of yourself, and remain tranquil.

The fault you committed, Julien, is a fault that's

immense.

You know.

Yes, I know, Father.

Rosalie and her son have left the house,

but that does not repair your fault.

His lordship has made an important decision.

He has decided to take Jeanne to their house in Rouen.

Do you understand that decision?

Yes.

Do you find it justified?

Yes, Father.

Good.

I think now is the time to tell everyone what you told me earlier.

I said I was ashamed of myself.

I also said I'd found a family with the baroness and baron.

And I had not been worthy of them.

That's not all you said.

My son, say the most important part.

I'd like you to forgive me.

It's all that can save me.

I'd like...

for us to try again to...

I disgust myself, Jeanne.

I understand so much now.

I understand that...

I love you above all else.

I'm begging you, Jeanne.

Please forgive me.

There. You know now what your husband wants most in the world.

Man's salvation lies in forgiveness.

I'll be leaving this parish soon, and on such a sad note,

I take it as a great defeat.

A great defeat.

It's very painful.

Very painful, too, for your mother.

This has caused her worries she could do without.

You're aware of that, Jeanne?

Ma'am, what do you say about this?

I think that you're right, Father.

It's important to forgive.

Julien spoke very eloquently.

One must know how to forgive.

What do you say?

Do you forgive, Jeanne?

Do you forgive?

Who do we have here?

You take him.

What a little wonder.

He's sound asleep.

He's full up.

Little Paul.

Hello, little Paul.

-Sound asleep. -Reading your letters?

Yes, away in my memories. I love it.

He's in a deep sleep.

How do you feel?

Fragile.

Here.

Gently does it.

Will you come down for dinner with us tonight?

Not tonight, darling.

Tag!

No, didn't even touch me.

Come on.

I'm not looking at you.

Hands off!

-I wouldn't. -I know.

I saw one for you. It was ravishing.

Look, this one.

-Why not? -Not that color.

-Simply ravishing. -Not in that color.

And those sleeves...

You should wear that style.

It's very pretty on you, not me.

It would be pretty on you too.

Garnet red like that.

The waist's very pretty.

The arms, the neckline, everything.

-The fall... -But that color!

-The braiding. -That color on me?

Yes, garnet red or carmine.

Absolutely.

It's blindingly obvious.

Without the hat perhaps...

You'd have to see.

Head on, not in profile.

-You didn't look, darling. -I did.

Your go, Papa.

Now then...

Watch out back there.

-Sorry? -Standing aside.

-Me? -Jeanne, your turn.

-This one? -No, there.

Gilberte.

Victory is in my hands.

Within your grasp.

Mallet, ball, everything!

-Georges! -My vegetable patch!

-You're breaking everything. -That makes two mallets.

Now then, where did the end go?

We were here, more or less?

-I'll let you... -Gilberte, save us.

Play.

Use this one. It'll come off.

No, it won't. Watch.

Georges, forgive me.

-Should I finish it? -Isn't it my turn?

In that case, play.

It will be our third shot.

Our turn?

Papa!

Is that my ball?

Very good.

We're closer.

Just not the right direction.

Our turn.

-Papa. -We win.

The grass stood in the way.

A beautiful summer we're having, darling.

Very pleasant.

I've walked a fair way today. More than yesterday.

"Dear Adelaïde,

Another year begins,

and I send you my best wishes for happiness and good health.

Here, life goes on.

Emile's condition has improved in recent weeks.

We hope to have the joy of seeing you next spring.

With all my love, your cousin Rose".

"How happy I was to spend a few days in your exquisite home.

Jeanne and Eléonore continue to get along famously.

It's a delight to watch them play together.

I enjoyed our strolls in the park and long discussions in your living room.

I wish these moments could exist throughout the year,

but summer alone offers us such prized moments.

Looking forward to sunny days next year, I send my love and affection".

Dearest Adelaïde,

Several weeks now without seeing you.

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Thinking of you is driving me mad.

I can no longer go without your caresses or kisses.

I beg you, come tonight as soon as your husband is out.

We'll have an hour, a whole hour, for each other.

I love you.

Your beloved, Ferdinand de Vauvert.

Adelaïde, I spent a delirious night desiring you to no avail.

I had your body in my arms, your mouth on my lips,

your eyes in mine.

I felt such rage at the thought of you asleep with your husband.

I die of your absence, my love.

Adelaïde, my queen,

Why do you stay with this man you didn't choose?

We leave each other, but our love is not over, as you know.

Do you remember our first embrace?

I said you were the woman I was waiting for.

You replied I was the man you'd given up waiting for.

My love, I beg you,

dare listen to your feelings at last.

Your beloved for life.

Everybody lies, Father.

Everybody lies.

I expected something else.

I'm tired of the lies.

To which lies do you refer?

What is the lie that torments you?

My husband lies to me.

He says he's going...

Going hunting or visiting our farms.

He meets Lady de Fourville in the hut in the Tronquets' field.

Is Lord de Fourville aware of this situation?

No.

Is it...

your intention to tell him then?

No.

No, I can't.

By not telling him...

you participate in this lie.

You contribute...

to this deception by lying by omission.

Despite your apparent...

hatred of this lie, which hurts you.

I see how much it hurts you.

By telling him, all I'd do is...

bring him pain and suffering.

He will be unhappy, but the truth is at stake.

By denying Lord de Fourville the truth, you deny God the truth.

You lie, just as his wife lies to him.

No.

God dislikes sins of the flesh, but he detests even more

lies.

Lies are...

sons of darkness.

And you are a daughter of light.

Without truth, do not expect our Lord's mercy.

You owe the truth.

You owe yourself to truth.

It's the only road that sets you free.

Thank you.

Have you managed to speak to Lord de Fourville?

No, Father. I wrote to him.

And do you know how he reacted?

No.

He has not replied to you?

I did not send him the letter.

But you intend to do so soon?

No, Father.

How so?

I cannot...

act...

and provoke...

a disaster.

Do you imagine for a single second that this

detestable affair will end of its own accord?

The blemish of sin that soils you too,

and your household, including your loved ones.

Your child.

You plan to raise him in this...

putrid air?

You condemn him.

You kill him little by little.

If you withdraw, you consent...

to this lie.

Father, I...

You give too much to your feelings.

You are wrong.

I know that if I tell Lord de Fourville the truth,

his pain will be too immense.

He will suffer.

Undoubtedly.

-But lying is a greater evil. -Please, Father.

I know he's not able to hear it.

I know.

Because he loves his wife.

Because it's inconceivable for him.

He cannot imagine such a thing.

He's a man of great...

Of great purity.

I cannot be the person who...

Who makes his whole world collapse.

So you place

sin above truth.

And God's honor is thereby wounded.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, one last time...

will you tell the truth?

No, Father.

-So be it. -Father...

Don't tell...

Don't touch me. You force me to tell him.

Thank you.

You insert the wick here.

You light it.

You unscrew here first.

Then you add water.

Screw it on tight.

As it heats up,

the wheel spins like that.

That's the whistle?

It whistles if you lift this up.

Do you see?

Thanks.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

Your little hands are so cold.

Are boys still picking on you?

No.

Tell your teachers.

If it happens again.

Tell me too.

If anyone bullies you, I want to know.

Cake.

Eat some apple too.

Thanks.

Do they give you your milk at night now?

Yes, every night.

In a bowl?

No, a big glass.

I asked for it to be in a bowl the other day.

Here.

Thanks.

They must have bowls here.

Be gentle, be gentle!

Paul!

Be gentle!

Darling, stop that!

Go back to your classroom, please!

Gently, Father. Please!

Paul, please, stop this.

Stop.

Calm down.

Be reasonable. Go back to class.

Everything will be fine.

Stand up.

Sweetheart.

I want to stay with you.

I know.

-He must go back to class. -I'll come again soon.

Mama! I want to stay with you!

Be gentle, Paul.

Stop, Paul.

It's dangerous. Let go!

I want to stay with you!

Let go of me!

Please, stop it. Go now.

Come along, sweetheart.

-Back to class, please. -Go on.

-Go on, Paul. -I want to stay with you!

I know, sweetheart.

He worked hard with you.

No, he didn't.

He learned

things he'll need later.

He played outside all the time.

When I called him in to do his lessons, he was always gone.

There are rules. One visit per month.

Same rules for everyone.

You must not go to see him.

He has to learn things, acquire knowledge.

He knows lots of things.

He knows so much that other children don't know.

And never will.

He knows the name of every tree and every flower.

He has to learn Latin, geography, algebra.

Look at the difficulties he has simply to write.

-He writes well, Papa. -No.

-He writes very well. -No, Jeanne.

He doesn't write well, that's not true.

He spends too much time outside and not enough...

It's normal for a child his age.

He needs to run and be in the open air.

There's a time for amusement and a time for studying.

Honestly.

At his age, at school, it's at least seven hours a day.

Seven hours.

Seven hours' studying. Just think.

It's normal. Those are the rules.

It's seven hours for all the pupils and...

They have to work.

But Paul needs to play.

Paul needs to be outside.

More than others. He needs to run.

When he says he needs to play, it means he needs to.

What can a school teach him that's worthwhile?

Everything.

To look after our farms, he doesn't need to know everything.

You're wrong.

To do a good job with the farms, you need knowledge.

There's always something to read or count.

You have to be able to do it.

If he goes into another...

No. That's what he wants to do.

-You don't know. -I do.

I know, Papa. He's my son. I know.

Aged 12, you don't know what you want.

You do.

It's what he wants to do.

I know, Papa.

You do it, don't you?

But I'm from another era. Times have changed.

I know he doesn't like being with other boys.

No, of course not.

I know it.

You think that.

-You don't know it. -I do know.

-He's my son. -He was always alone here.

I know, Papa. I know him!

He's unhappy at that school.

He'll make friends at that school.

Paul.

I'm leaving your meal by the door.

I'll put the tray by the door, Paul.

Paul!

Thank you, Françoise.

Who is this girl?

Nobody. She's a friend.

Who is this girl, Paul?

I know very well what kind of girl she is.

I know very well.

Is she making you spend money?

No.

Look at me, Paul.

Sweetheart, please look at me.

Answer me.

I was silly.

Paul, I want you to explain to me.

I want you to explain what happened.

You ran up 20,000 francs in debt.

At the age of 20.

Your grandfather will have to sell a farm.

And you're making me ill.

That's enough now.

You won't go back to school.

You'll stay here with us and never see this girl.

You hear me?

You'll work with your grandfather.

You'll help him run our farms.

He's clean and washes.

What's the reason?

You know, Papa...

It's all in the riddle.

I think...

So, Jacques is clean and washes.

And Pierre, who is dirty, doesn't wash.

Yes, perhaps Pierre has no arms, so he can't wash.

That's a good suggestion.

He has all his limbs?

Yes. He's not armless.

I don't know.

I really don't have a clue.

-Let's try to work it out. -Think about it.

It's a question of logic.

So...

I know. One of them is blind.

The dirty one. Pierre.

Pierre's blind and doesn't see he's dirty

when he comes out of the chimney.

-So then... -The point is, he can see.

So he washes because he sees that he's dirty.

No.

I'm lost.

Remember that Pierre...

Pierre's clean and washes.

Pierre's dirty.

Jacques is clean.

Jacques is clean and washes.

-Down. -Jacques is clean and washes.

-And you said? -He can see just fine.

Yes. So what does he see?

He sees...

He sees the soap.

Whereas Pierre doesn't see it.

I've made the shoulders too small.

That's not right.

Dear Mama,

Don't be angry. I'm going.

To be with the woman I love.

With whom I want to live and grow.

We'll leave for London, where I'll make good in business.

I sense this is a fabulous opportunity for me.

I'll come back to you then, so rich you'll be proud of me. I promise.

All my love to you.

And grandfather. I love you both.

Your son, Viscount Paul de Lamare.

I love you like a poor child,

submitting to the sky when the sky changes.

I want what you want, my angel.

I return the forbidden flowers.

I cover with tears and ashes the whole sky of my destiny.

You raised me up, let me down.

God does not take the memory.

Hold on.

Dearest Mama, Do not be concerned.

I'm in London, in good health, but in need of money.

We are penniless and do not eat every day.

Can you advance 15,000 francs from Papa's will, since I'll soon be 21?

You'd resolve my predicament.

I'll come to visit soon.

I miss you both.

I love you.

My poor Mama,

Sorry for so many months with no news.

I didn't want to worry you, but now,

my only resort is to blast my brains unless you rescue me.

Speculation that offered every chance of success has failed.

I owe 85,000 francs.

It's certain dishonor if I don't pay.

I say again,

I'll blow my brains away rather than survive the disgrace.

I might have done so, if not for the woman who is my providence.

With love from the bottom of my heart,

perhaps for the last time, farewell.

My lady,

I know it's a good while since we last met.

Perhaps you don't even remember me.

I had to leave your house, but I never forgot you.

Your father gave me a farm.

I married, worked and raised my son, who is grown up now.

My husband died recently.

I know life hasn't been kind to you and your family.

I'd like to come back to look after you at the château.

Not for the money. I have enough to live on.

It's my way of saying thank you for the life I've had.

I've missed you all these years.

I'll scrub the hall this afternoon.

Again?

Going in and out, we dirty it.

It needs scrubbing.

What do you want to eat tonight?

Not much.

Soup?

Just stock.

Soup's better.

It's fine.

Stock's fine.

At the present time,

after the sale of various properties in recent years,

of the 22 farms you owned, you currently own only six of them.

I add that your residence, Château des Peuples,

was mortgaged on November 18, 1844,

to stand guarantee for the sum of 235,000 francs owed to banks

after the collapse of the steamboat company

named Paul de Lamare & Co.,

for which your father, Baron Simon-Jacques Le Perthuis des Vauds,

accepted personal liability.

The mortgage guarantees reimbursement of 14,000 francs

in capital and interests per year,

exclusive of maintenance costs of your residence,

which amount to roughly 6,000 francs per year.

Do you agree with this inventory, ma'am?

Yes.

Good. So, currently, to recapitulate,

you have, in respect of income,

only the revenue accrued by your farms.

And those revenues

are not sufficient to cover all your expenses.

You understand my explanation?

You have to meet significant costs

since they include reimbursement of all your loans that must be repaid.

Moreover, you have to pay for the upkeep of your property.

You understand my explanation?

I hardly spend anything. Rosalie has no wages...

There's the upkeep of the property.

You have work that needs doing at regular intervals to...

To maintain the upkeep, as I was saying.

On my last visit, I couldn't help noticing the...

The roof of the château is not in good condition.

You will have to start building work.

I just need to sell a farm or two.

It's simple.

As I said earlier, those farms make up your revenues.

Given your outlay, you cannot afford to forfeit revenue.

You have no further scope to borrow.

How so?

If you mortgage your assets,

you have to repay the debts you take on,

and your revenue's insufficient.

I pay my debts.

Currently, you pay your debts with the money you borrow.

So you won't have the financial capacity to meet the repayments.

That much seems obvious.

I see no other solution than to foresee the sale of your property.

No, it's been in our family forever.

No, there's Paul's bedroom.

It's in your family

as long as you pay what you owe, including the mortgage.

He'll want to find everything in its place.

No, the answer's no.

So what do you suggest as an alternative solution?

I'm listening if you have other solutions to put forward.

I don't see any other way than to divest yourself of the property.

You told him to say this?

And the longer you wait,

the more rundown the property will become,

and you won't get the price that we might hope for today.

-Did you tell him to say this? -Not at all.

You want to buy it?

-You want my house now? -I promise I don't.

-It makes perfect sense. -It's fanciful.

After stealing my husband, she wants my house.

I see now.

Dearest Mama,

The company I invested all my money in fell victim to a fire.

It went bankrupt and I owe another 180,000 francs to the banks.

I am unable to leave England

and will be thrown into prison unless I repay my debt.

Would you be so kind as to send this sum?

I'll return to France

and hurry to embrace you with the woman I love.

Whom you'll love too, I'm sure.

Your son, thinking of you.

Dearest Paul,

I have nothing left.

I was even forced to sell our Château des Peuples.

Your grandfather is dead.

You're all I have in the world.

I haven't seen you for seven years.

What do you look like now?

Why don't you come?

Why did you abandon me?

You'll never know how unhappy I have been,

and how I counted on you with all my heart.

You were my life, my dream.

My only hope.

My only love.

And you're gone.

Today I implore you one last time.

Please come back, Paul.

Come back to embrace me.

Put your feet in.

It's too hot.

I won't scald my feet to make you happy.

I'll add cold water, and you put your feet in.

Too hot.

Too hot. More.

More.

-It's boiling. -It's lukewarm.

Lukewarm.

There.

More.

There's no more water anyway.

My lady, listen to me.

I'm not lying.

There's no money left.

Give me my money, Rosalie! I need it!

My son needs it.

Sit down.

No news for goodness knows how long, and now he wants 30,000 francs?

You find that normal?

You don't like him.

-You don't like him! -I never said that.

But I don't want him to come asking you for money.

It's nothing but lies. His daughter, his dead wife.

He wants to get more money out of you.

Did he ever write to you with his news?

He couldn't.

No, he only wrote to ask for 30,000 francs. You hear me?

You gave him all you had, and did he come?

-Stop that! -Where do you hide it?

-I'm not hiding anything! -It's my money.

Give me the money!

-Give me it! -There is no money.

There is money.

-It's my money. -Don't start that again.

Stop.

Stop or you'll break everything!

Let go of me.

Stop it now!

Give me my money!

I know you hide it.

-Calm down. -You hide it.

Calm down, for goodness' sake!

Let go of that!

Are you coming to eat?

You know what we'll do?

I'll go to Paris.

I'll visit your son.

We'll see if his daughter really exists.

-And if his wife's dead. -Of course it's true.

If it's true, if he wants, he can come to our house.

I don't believe it.

I think he's lying to you.

Master Paul said he'd follow shortly,

as soon as he attends to some business.

She's beautiful.

So beautiful.

You see, my lady,

life is never as good or as bad as you think.

A WOMAN'S LIFE

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