All This, and Heaven Too Page #6

- Theo.

Theo. Theo, come back, please.

Theo, come back. I beg you.

I hate you.

I loathe you.

You're wicked, wicked, wicked.

- Oh, Father Gallard.

- Have patience, my child.

"And one day, when the little princess

was walking in the royal gardens...

...she noticed a lovely pink rose which she

could not remember having seen before.

As she leaned to smell its fragrance,

it suddenly dissolved into thin air.

And there in its place stood

the fairy godmother.

And the fairy godmother spoke

to the princess and said:

'My child, you have been kind and good

and I have come to reward you.

Now I have only one gift

to bestow upon you...

...so mark my words well.

For once your choice is made,

it cannot be changed.

It is within my power

to give you happiness...

...while you are young,

or happiness when you are old.

Which shall it be? '

The princess pondered in deep thought.

'It is a hard choice, dear godmother.

But if I spend my share of happiness

while I am young...

...then I shall have nothing left

to look forward to.

So let me have my happiness

when I am old...

...and may heaven send me patience.'

The godmother then embraced her.

'You have made a wise choice.

And you will not regret it, dear.

Go now with my blessing."'

Do you agree

that she made the right choice?

Papa.

- Come. I asked you a question.

- When did you come in?

Louise, was the princess right to wait

until she was old to get her happiness?

No, I think she was foolish

to wait so long.

Couldn't she ask for a little when she was

young and a little when she was old?

Ha-ha-ha.

Berthe shows early signs of diplomacy.

But it's not so easy as all that.

Is it, mademoiselle?

No, it is not so easy as all that,

monsieur.

Happiness isn't a little cake

which we can cut up to fit our appetite.

Doesn't mademoiselle read

beautifully, Papa?

She doesn't read like a mademoiselle,

does she?

I would say the great Rachel

herself could not read better.

Oh, Papa. Rachel.

Will you take me to see her

on stage some day?

You'd like to see Rachel, wouldn't you?

I would very much. I never have.

- But I'm afraid this isn't any time...

- Oh, please, Papa.

Perhaps.

Now I should not be interrupting.

It's time for lessons again.

Isn't it, mademoiselle?

It certainly is.

The girls have their history...

...and Raynald is about to retire into a

corner with his alphabet and his sniffles.

What's this? Sniffles?

How did you get the sniffles?

Raynald didn't invite them, Papa.

- They just came.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Well, send them away then, the same

way mademoiselle is about to send me.

Oh, don't go, Papa.

Mademoiselle doesn't mind.

Why don't you stay as you often do?

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