Girl With A Pearl Earring Page #5

The picture, several figures.

A merry gathering,

but no family portrait.

And if I'm to spend

tedious hours sitting

I want something

I can rest my eyes on.

I think she ought to be

in the painting.

A tavern scene.

It will make a change for you.

Griet could come and serve me.

Look at her, man.

How hard is it

to paint a pretty girl?

Can I have her?

Griet, there's been talk

of you.

I've done nothing.

Van Ruijven's cook says

you're to be painted with her master.

You'll have heard about him and the maid

that was painted before?

- You shouldn't believe gossip.

- Oh, I don't.

I'll tell Pieter

you asked after him.

Liver?

Griet.

You've heard?

I heard.

No smoke without fire,

they say.

- Is that what you think?

- No.

You're only a maid,

what can you do?

- I must get back.

- Don't walk away. Listen to me.

Just remember who you are.

Don't get caught up

in his world.

I am only a maid,

but I would never give in

to Master Van Ruijven.

I wasn't talking

about Van Ruijven.

Van Ruijven:

Ah, you girl, Griet.

Come here.

What were you doing today?

I missed you.

We both did.

I hear you've been of great use

to your master, pretty Griet.

All that grinding and stirring, eh?

Master and maid.

It's a tune we all know.

And you can practice together now

that we've made our bargain. Eh, Jan?

You won't forget, will you?

Good.

- What should I...?

- No.

No. I already... already begun

a group painting.

You're not to sit with Master

Van Ruijven, that much is agreed.

Thank you, sir.

I'm to paint you alone.

My daughter must not hear

of this other painting in her condition.

It's to hang

in his private cabinet.

He's no fool,

mind you.

An he won't be taken for one,

so don't think otherwise.

You're a fly in his web.

We all are.

Man:
You've to admit, my friend,

French swords are the best.

Tomorrow morning.

I cannot, I have work.

Find a way.

The front of your cap,

fold it back.

Take off your cap.

No, sir.

I cannot.

Cannot?

I will not.

I need to see

your face.

The cap covers too much.

There's some cloth

in the storeroom.

You know, I've a mind to go up there

one day and surprise him

in the act.

But you said yourself

it's very dull.

Oh, not with Emilie

when he's alone with some

young beauty.

Have you ever notice how

he never bothers with old women?

Only the young pretty ones.

On their own.

You'll have to wait then.

He makes only one painting

at a time.

Is that so?

Mistress:
Jan?

Jan?

My necklace.

Haven't you finished yet?

I'll be in my studio

until dinner.

Open your mouth.

Sir?

Open your mouth.

Less.

Now lick your lips.

Again.

Again.

(steps, door closing)

Girl:

Got you, got you, got you!

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