Reunion in France Page #3

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Come back here.

We will supply...

- What are you doing in my room?

- She refused to stop.

- You should have shot her.

- Why didn't you?

- My back was turned to you all the way.

- Take her out of here.

- Come along.

- You'll do no such thing.

This is my house.

- Your house?

- Yes.

- Mademoiselle de la Becque?

- Yes.

- Won't you sit down?

- No.

Then permit me. My leg.

A severe wound, I hope.

I was bitten by a Belgian sheepdog.

We found them infinitely better equipped

than the soldiers.

It's of no importance.

To get to the point...

...the German army, mademoiselle...

...has seen fit to borrow your home

as a coal-allotment bureau.

And where am I to live?

The military governor of the city

has ordered one room set aside...

...for the owner

of each commandeered house.

You have no servants with you?

They've been shanghaied

into your labor battalions.

Interesting outdoor work.

You are welcome to your bedroom

and all of your effects.

Naturally, this room

will continue to be my office.

May I have the concierge's room?

I see no reason why not.

An excellent choice.

It has a private entrance to the street.

I know.

I know that you know.

You will transfer mademoiselle's effects.

Of course, you will observe

the usual curfew laws.

You understand that in no way

must your actions bring discredit...

...to the dignity and/or honor

of the German army.

- Lf there is anything I can do?

- As a matter of fact, there is...

...you and/or the German army.

What is it?

Never mind.

I'm sure it's punishable by death.

There is your bag.

I'll bring the rest down later.

All right.

Maybe they can tell me where he is.

- Wait for me.

- That depends on who opens the door.

- Mademoiselle.

- Honor.

Honor.

Well, come in, come in.

Welcome back to Paris.

Oh, thank you.

You can wait.

How is Monsieur Cortot,

and where is he?

At home, in wonderful health.

And if I may say so,

about to be overjoyed at your return.

Oh, you may certainly say so, Honor.

That Renoir belongs back where it was,

in the study.

I shall return it at once, mademoiselle.

Honor, I'm starved.

The toast thin and the omelet light,

as always.

As always.

As always.

Michele.

This is one of those things

that couldn't happen.

I'm being so silly. I don't want to cry.

Of course you do. So do I.

Did you miss me?

Oh, with all my heart.

Perhaps for the first time, really.

Why for the first time?

It seems I'd never used my heart

very much.

These past weeks, months,

or whatever they were, I discovered that.

After they took away everything I had,

I realized I hadn't wanted what I had.

I'm penniless. Will you still have me?

I've two dozen men looking for you

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