De Sade Page #3

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...and a three-month residence each year

is a requirement...

...of that station.

But, madame, l...

Do not distress yourself.

We do not intend her to take the vows.

The bride of Christ she will not be,

but in due course, she will marry.

These things cannot be changed by you,

nor by any man.

Not by God, if you had your way.

Do not blaspheme, monsieur.

If you do try to stop her,

we will all suffer in one way...

...or another.

But it will be you, monsieur,

who will suffer the direct penalty.

As I love you as my son, monsieur,

I cannot let this happen to you.

I'm sending her away, monsieur,

for your sake.

Do you understand that?

I understand, madame.

I'm glad you do.

"There strolling the avenue

while hand in hand

"Lovely is the scene

"The lovers sigh and they share reveries

"'Tis a lover's walk

"The lanes with flowers rest

"On shelves of verdigris

"For the lovers will pretty soon leave

"Soon leave

"Soon leave

"But the lovers will pretty soon leave"

- Your pleasure, monsieur.

- Please, continue.

I intrude.

No. This is Mademoiselle Colette.

Maman and I are to sponsor her debut

at court this season.

And this is her singing master,

Signor Amaletti.

- Your Excellency.

- Maestro.

My son-in-law has little interest

in the ambitions of a vocalist...

...I assure you, mademoiselle.

You always complain there's little time

for your scribbling.

Well, there's no time like the present.

Be off, monsieur.

Pray continue, child. It's delightful.

"Then lonely the avenue

"Not long ago, lovely was the scene

"The lovers song has been sung

Tra la la la la

"Once a lover's walk"

Monsieur?

Monsieur, may I speak to you for moment?

Coming, madame.

Did I hear voices?

Voices, madame? Perhaps you heard me

speaking in my sleep.

Did I wake you?

No.

I sleep poorly at best.

I'm truly sorry to hear that, monsieur.

Perhaps the bed is not quite comfortable?

Only lonely in my sweet wife's absence.

Besides, I fear that sleep will always be...

...an elusive butterfly

trapped only by men of easy conscience.

Do you mind if I talk to you as a parent?

Madame.

I would be your son if you would have me.

You've behaved so well these last

few months. I feel I would be churlish...

...to keep you here any longer,

especially with the season starting.

Madame, I adore you.

Mademoiselle?

A thousand pardons, mademoiselle.

What Louis?

You do not know La Beauvoisin?

That's a scandal, my darling.

Tell me quickly, how can

the abyss of my ignorance be crossed?

My honor, I claim it.

For if ever destiny arranged

an introduction between...

...need I say,

our most magnificent actress in Paris...

...Mademoiselle La Beauvoisin...

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