All This, and Heaven Too Page #5

Just for that you'll stay home tonight.

And for supper, no baba.

Not one spoonful.

Whatever made you do a thing like that?

It's for mademoiselle to put on her dress.

Oh, that was kind, Raynald,

a very kind thought.

But you should have asked

permission first.

Perhaps if you ask her now,

she'll let you give it to me.

But I picked it

for the new mademoiselle...

...because she has pink ribbons

in her bonnet.

Mademoiselle Maillard,

let him give it to her...

...and take them all out of here.

As you wish, madame. Come, Raynald.

Thank you, Raynald.

But since it is your mother's flower,

wouldn't it be nicer if you gave it to her?

See how pretty it will look in her dress.

I'll pretend I'm wearing it here

when I go out.

All right, Raynald?

Yes, mademoiselle.

Here, Mama, it's for you.

Thank you, Raynald.

All right, children,

back to the schoolroom.

Mademoiselle Maillard, Isabelle, Louise,

Berthe, all of you.

I'll see you at lunch time.

- Don't forget to come to dinner.

- You promised to go riding.

Quickly, quick.

Well, Mademoiselle Deluzy...

...one never knows how a new person

will fit into a household...

...but I like your way with children

and they seem to like you.

Would it be possible for you to report

in the morning?

It is very kind of you, monsieur.

But I feel I could not come at all without

madame's approval as well as yours.

Oh, it really doesn't concern me

one way or the other.

Monsieur has taken over

the children's education.

He knows I was satisfied

with Mademoiselle Maillard...

...since she's proved her loyalty

and affection.

I hope you won't mind if she stays

on with me as my personal attendant.

Until tomorrow then, mademoiselle.

And I hope you will stay with us

for a long time.

Thank you, monsieur.

Mademoiselle Deluzy.

Yes, madame?

How old are you?

Twenty-five, madame.

So young.

- This way.

Don't trouble, monsieur.

I will find my way out.

- Good day, madame.

Good day.

Monsieur.

Don't leave me, Theo.

Oh, how angry you are with me.

- I'm late at the palace.

- But I must talk to you. I never see you.

The king expects me.

Does the touch of my hands

fill you with aversion?

- Really...

- It must be aversion...

...since you avoid me, never willingly

give me a moment's thought or attention.

I have no wish to avoid you, Frances.

I would talk to you by the hour if we

could do so with calmness and sanity.

- But it always ends the same.

- Wait, Theo.

Wait. Oh, how cruel you are, my darling.

Take the children, take them.

I care nothing about them,

about anyone but you.

Theo, if I promise never again...

...to torment you

with my anger and mistrust...

- You don't know what you're saying.

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