I'm going in, mam.
Suzon! My granddaughter.
Were you sleeping?|-No, just resting.
I'm happy to see you at Christmas.|-So am I.
How are your legs?|-Every day it's different.
Being old is horrible.
being a nuisance.
Don't say that.|You know we love you.
As a family you care for each other.
Chanel!|-You are here.
Fat Chanel!|-As fat as ever.
Isn't she looking nice?
Fit for marriage.|-I think so too.
Does he know already?|-He didn't want anyone to wake him.
He has been working in|his room all night.
Your old house!
All that snow makes me|think we are in Siberia.
It's terribly annoying.
Luckily we have a telephone|and a car.
Meet Louise, our new chambermaid.
Hello, Louise.|-Hello, miss.
Shall I wake your husband?
No not for while...|-Can I?
No, thank you, Louise.
Where is that girl from?
From around here, I believe.
And she's willing to stay here for the|entire winter. We were lucky.
Aunt Augustine!|You look tired. How are you?
It's tachycardia, aunt...|-Oh well...
It's freezing with all this snow.|Are you back already?
You were kicked out of school?
No, I've come home for Christmas.|I'm getting good grades.
That wasn't very nice.
Girls girls, quit it!|Augustine, you are exagerating.
Not the same as our own home,|but it's thanks to her...
No it's not!|It's thanks to your father, Suzon.
He respected your old and,|sick grandmother...
and a woman of virtue, just like me.
Thanks to Marcel...|-Thanks to both of us, of course.
Don't be so bitter.
You know we love you.|You're not being nice.
Ah! Warm brioches!|And I always get toast.
Everyone does, juffrouw Augustine.
Take one.|-Thanks. I love them.
We must indulge her.|Augustine is like a child.
Nice of your mother|to tolerate her moods.
You call that 'moods'.|I call it rudeness.
Daddy is admirable,|and tolerance is a rare virtue.
Very true. And he's always|in a good mood.
You know more about|his worries than me.
I stay out of it,|and I like to keep it that way.
I have my problems and|he has his.
You sold your shares?|-No.
He advised me to wait.
Yes, keep them. You never know.
Watch out for my legs.|-Sorry, Mamy.
She's so full of energy.
You rather have her|become like aunt Augustine?
You got a present for me?
English chocolates.|-How original.
Don't 16-year-olds love those?|-I'm almost 17.
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