Camille Page #2

- You didn't even see her?

- No.

- That's very nice.

I was wondering if you'd ask me to sit

down if I knocked at the door of the box.

Why not?

We really seemed fated to meet

this evening, didn't we?

Fate must've had something to do

with this evening.

I've hoped for it so long.

- You don't believe me?

- No.

The first time I saw you

was a year and a half ago.

You were in an open carriage

and dressed in white.

I saw you go into a shop

in the Place de la Bourse.

Yes, that might've happened. I went

to a dressmaker in Place de la Bourse.

You were wearing a thin dress

with miles of ruffles...

...a large straw hat, embroidered shawl,

a single bracelet and heavy, gold chain...

...and, of course,

the camellias at your waist.

You have a marvelous memory,

haven't you?

The next time was at the Opra Comique.

You were sitting in a box

with a fur coat on...

...and Gaston, a chap whom I know

who knows you...

...said, "Marguerite's been ill."

And that hurt me.

- The next time...

- Tell me, if all you say is true...

...why have you never

spoken to me before?

- In the first place, I didn't know you.

- You didn't know me tonight.

No, but after you smiled at me,

I knew you wouldn't mind.

And now, since you've met me?

Now I know that I love you...

...and have loved you

since that first day.

Marguerite, my dear.

After what happened,

I had to have a brandy.

- And after that, two brandies.

- Yes, and then he made me have another.

Well, that's only four.

Suppose you go and have another,

Prudence, and then...

Well, then another.

- You don't want to get me drunk, do you?

- She wants to get rid of us.

She wants to be alone with my friend.

For once in your life

you're quite right, Gaston.

Who is your friend anyway?

Baron de Varville, this is my neighbor,

Madame Duvernoy.

- Baron de Varville?

- He, the Baron de Varville?

No wonder she wanted to get rid of us.

Well, l... I never said

I was the "Baron" anybody.

There's the Baron de Varville...

...sitting over there, big as life,

with that wretch, Olympe.

- Really?

- Certainly.

Well, this is rather funny.

- Funny?

- Yes, I quite agree with you. It is funny.

Oh, even if you're not Baron de Varville,

sit down.

I can't believe I'm wanted now that

my unimportance has been discovered.

Don't be silly. Who are you anyhow?

My name is Armand Duval.

I've never had any reason

to be ashamed of it.

- Armand Duval.

- Yes.

I'm not always sincere.

One can't be in this world, you know.

- But I am not sorry the mistake happened.

- Nor am I.

The baron keeps looking over here.

That must worry Olympe.

As long as you don't wish to sit down,

would you go and buy me some sweets?

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