Impromptu Page #5

- Why don't you take it to him yourself?

I've been avoiding him all morning.

He's had a poor first impression of me,

I fear.

Before I meet him again, I want him

to be convinced of my complete sincerity.

Well? What do you think?

Look, you know him. How will he respond?

I can't imagine any man resisting

this prose. It would melt the Alps.

But tell me,

why do you pounce on our poor Chopin?

My dear, he's got one foot in the grave.

No, no.

We shall all be in our graves

soon enough.

But Chopin is eternal.

The only permanent thing about him

is his cough.

Ah.

- All right.

- Thank you, my friend.

Madame Sand, will you delight us

with your company on a hunt?

I must decline, Your Excellency.

My maid is fitting me for a dress

this afternoon.

A dress?

Quick!

Perfect!

Marvellous.

Darling, George proposes

a game of croquet.

Excellent idea. Chopin will join us.

Oh, no. Please excuse me.

I do not really like the sun.

Hah!

Dear friend...

I do not wish you to be burned.

Excuse me. I'm sorry, my friend.

May I speak with you?

Something very terrible has happened.

- Oh!

- Ah!

Again.

- George seems more cheerful.

- Mm. She has a crush on Chopin.

The Polish corpse?

- They couldn't be more different.

- Then they will definitely fall in love.

I suppose as friends

we should help them along.

Absolutely not!

Franz, you and I must put ourselves

between them at every opportunity.

- Marie! Your turn.

- Yes.

He is so frail, darling.

You know George will finish him off.

- The countess made advances to you?

- She is my friend's mistress.

- She has borne his child.

- He wouldn't mind if she changed hands.

Really, I don't understand

the attitude of you people.

Are we at a livestock sale?

She's a woman, not a goat.

- Are you in love with her yourself?

- Of course not.

"I'm not full of virtues

and noble qualities."

"I love, that is all."

"But I love strongly,

exclusively, steadfastly."

No, it's like something out of a novel...

like that dreadful woman writes.

- If you can call her a woman.

- George?

She makes a great hash of her life,

but she's got a good heart.

That's why so many men

don't want to let go of her.

George knows how to love...

while she loves.

The countess has an extraordinary style.

I'd not have guessed

there was a volcano under that ice.

We can't find anything, citizen.

The viscount

has been completely obliterated.

- Good to see you.

- Good evening.

They're all in here. Follow me.

What the devil...

Good God, Claudette!

Go back upstairs and change!

- Pooh!

- Ow!

Hello! Welcome.

Well, he left the salon at that moment.

Claudette's decided to dress as a man

for some reason. Do you want a drink?

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