The Rise of Catherine the Great Page #3

If I may say so, Your Highness

has found a very clever wife.

Possibly.

She caught me quite by accident.

As a matter of fact,

she didn't know me from Adam.

- Perhaps she had a whisper from Eve?

- Meaning what?

Oh, as Your Highness knows,

women have a je ne sais quoi...

an instinct.

No.

No.

Did she though?

- Did she know all the time?

- Oh, mon Dieu, Your Highness!

- Such an idea never entered my head.

- No. But it entered hers!

What was it she said?

"I... I don't care about governing Russia.

All I care about is the grand duke."

Dirty little cheat.

- And you think that's clever, do you?

- No, no, no.

Yes, you do! You just said so!

I'll show you if it's clever or not.

I'll teach her to trap me.

- What will the grand duke wear?

- The uniform of his regiment.

Oh, he'll look wonderful.

So strong and slender.

I will look so little at his side.

Oh, can't you do something

to make me look a little taller?

- Perhaps this will help.

- Oh, yes, the shoes.

Of course

you can't change my face.

No dignity.

Well met.

- I've just been thinking about you.

- You fiatter me.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to see you

happily married.

- I hear she's very clever.

- Oh, yes, very clever.

- When can I see you alone?

- What would you do if I said tonight?

I'd say 1 2:
00 at the hunting lodge.

Tonight?

You wouldn't dare.

Her Highness,

the Princess of Anhalt-Zerbst.

See you at 12:
00.

Her Imperial Majesty, Elisabeth,

Empress of all the Russias.

Do you take this woman

to be your lawful wedded wife?

Yes, I do.

Do you take this man to be

your lawful wedded husband?

Yes, I do.

Until death us do part.

Until death us do part.

Until death us do part.

Until death us do part.

Tell Sergi to have the sleigh in the courtyard

in about... hmm... 20 minutes, will you?

- Tonight, Your Highness?

- Tonight.

At what time may I expect

Your Highness to return?

Hmm.

Tomorrow probably.

I'm taking you with me.

But this is your wedding night,

Your Highness.

For a Frenchman, you have some

very old-fashioned ideas, Lecocq.

Were you ever married?

Not officially, Your Highness,

but I have, uh... I have dabbled in it.

Dabbled in it.

You order the sleigh.

I am sorry.

Her Majesty cannot see you tonight.

She has affairs to talk over

with her new aide-de-camp.

Shuvalov?

Shuvalov.

Heigh-ho.

- Shuvalov?

- Shuvalov.

It's always a mistake for a woman...

to tell a man that she loves him.

That depends on the man.

Wouldn't any man

take advantage of it?

I shouldn't.

Wouldn't you?

What is it, Katushienka?

- What's wrong with you tonight?

- With me, nothing.

But Her Highness, she...

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