Topaze Page #2

Hello, Tamise.

What's the matter? Are you ill?

To the contrary, I'm very well.

Imagine, the Academy lnspector

told Mr. Muche, in person,

that he was decorating me morally.

Morally? What does that mean?

It means he thinks I'm worthy.

That's nice,

but you still don't have it.

Of course, if you really

examine things, I don't have it.

And your musician?

Have you caught him in the act?

No, not yet.

I'm sure that once again,

in just a while, during my class,

I'll hear his four ironic notes.

They destroy my authority,

tarnish my reputation.

I've given it much thought.

If you like, I have a plan.

The first time

you hear the serenade, don't react,

continue as if you'd heard nothing.

He'll play louder.

You walk backwards, slowly

approaching the source of the noise.

When you're sure, you spin around,

yank the boy off his bench

and slide your hand in his desk!

You'll find the instrument

as sure as my name's Tamise.

Your plan is very clever.

I only have one objection.

This maneuver is a sham,

a sort of premeditated plot

that is not completely honest.

The musician who's wearing

on your nerves is hardly honest.

Yes, but he's a child.

Hello, gentlemen.

Mr. Topaze, would you happen

to have any colored chalk?

Certainly, I'm not very well-off

for colored chalk,

- but I have blue and red.

- That will be fine.

Playschool children require

sizeable amounts of colored chalk.

Yes, this morning we have a lesson

on butterflies.

One needs a riot of color to draw

those lovely Lepidoptera!

Here you are.

I'll give you green and purple too.

Thank you, Mr. Topaze.

Dear man, excuse me, had I not

been here, she might've stayed.

Things seem to be going well

between you.

And you don't know everything.

Earlier on,

she positively came after me.

Well, well.

Yes, she quite simply reproached

my coolness.

Of course she didn't say "coolness",

she's far too modest.

But I convinced her once again

to give me her students' homework.

And she accepted?

Here it is.

And you couldn't help

declaring your undying love.

I was very direct,

but I didn't get as far

as a confession.

I don't know if you realize it,

but you're an innocent.

We're talking about the hand

of Ernestine Muche.

Yes, it's true. That is big.

You're aiming high.

Yes. If I were to succeed,

people might say I aimed too high.

People might think

you made use of your looks

- to take over Muche's school.

- Yes, that's true.

Of course, one must be ambitious.

You'll play your best hand.

Yes. My best hand.

My best hand?

What do you mean by that?

You prepare the ground

with meaningful looks.

You know, eyes half closed,

a dreamy expression, like this.

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