All This, and Heaven Too Page #4

He's a bright little fellow,

but his health...

Raynald is sensitive like me.

For years before he was born

I was made unhappy and ill.

- He will bear the marks of my suffering.

- Frances, please.

I think we can bring this interview

to a close, Mademoiselle Desportes.

In view of your excellent reference...

...a trial of the post is yours

if you would like it.

Before you commit yourself, monsieur...

...I was expected to provide a letter

of guarantee from my grandfather...

...my only living relative.

I'm sorry, he has refused it.

Isn't that rather strange?

Your own grandfather?

And furthermore...

This is very awkward.

If I come here, I shall have to ask you to

call me by some other name than Desportes.

Am I to understand that your name

is not Desportes?

My grandfather, the Baron Desportes,

received his title from Napoleon.

So naturally, he is opposed

to my associating myself in a household...

...of such prominent friends

of the present king.

I must say this is...

This is an awkward situation,

Mademoiselle...

Deluzy.

I chose that name

to keep my initials intact.

So this is what happens

when you want to make a change, Theo.

We're to take someone in

to teach disloyalty to our children?

I give you my word, madame...

...I would not allow my political beliefs

to affect my teachings of your children.

But if...

If these things make a difference in

your feeling, I will understand.

Oh, that must be the children.

I had asked Mademoiselle Maillard

to bring them by.

Does that seem necessary now, Theo?

- Good morning, Papa.

- Is this our new governess, Papa?

- You didn't come to dinner last night.

- I finished my lesson...

Children, children.

Not so much noise.

Your poor mother's nerves.

- Mademoiselle Maillard.

- Yes, monsieur?

This is Mademoiselle Deluzy.

- Very pleased.

- How do you do?

- I do hope you're better today.

- Come, children, make your curtsies.

This long-legged colt is Isabelle,

the eldest.

Mademoiselle Isabelle.

You are already a young lady.

And my little Louise.

Mademoiselle Louise.

What lovely hair for curling.

May I curl my hair?

Mademoiselle Maillard...

Not one of you children has so much as said

good morning to your mother.

- Good morning, Mother.

- Good morning.

And where's Berthe?

Here I am, mademoiselle.

Good heavens, child,

don't spill Mama's ink.

I'm not spilling, I'm drawing.

Well, give that to me.

How many times have I told you

not to touch the things on Mama's desk?

Such a beautiful child.

A little headstrong,

but very lovable if one can win her over.

Raynald.

Raynald, come away from there at once.

You bad, bad boy

to pick Mama's flowers.

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