Le grand Meaulnes Page #5

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They're coming!

Never could I have imagined

what I long considered

my friend's betrayal.

She looks like your mother.

- It is your mother.

- Yes, it is.

- I meant to tell you- -

- It's not vacation.

I'm leaving, Franois.

We're going in circles here.

I have a lead in Paris.

The De Galais town house.

I told my mother it was to study.

You know the real reason.

You alone.

I'll write when I know something.

You didn't come say goodbye!

It's better this way.

And I'd rather have you with me.

Where are you going?

As you see,

he only had to cross the street.

He'd come into shop:

"What' s new, Mr. Gougeon?

What rare piece do you have today?"

But he's left.

A great loss for me, you know.

Better than a client...

A connoisseur.

Don't you know where to reach them?

People like that have houses

all over the place, even abroad.

Say...

There's someone who might

be able to help.

I often saw her hanging

around the gate.

She must know one of the servants.

That is when the Congress of Vienna,

after Napoleon's fall,

redistributed his conquests.

Russia recovered territory,

especially in Poland.

Austria dominated

northern Italy and Prussia.

Good. You've made up for

the time you wasted last year.

Your mother must be waiting.

I doubt they'll test you on

the Congress of Vienna. Too hard.

I'm very pleased.

Honey?

If you get your certificate,

you can train as a teacher

without going to the Normal School.

It will save you a lot of time.

It smells good.

Not opening it?

What's the rush?

"The Galais mansion

is on Place des Vosges

"in a spacious inner courtyard.

"There is a girl who supposedly

knew the family...

"so I asked her about them. "

Everything's set for auction,

but we can rummage.

So let's rummage.

Looking for what? Books?

Anyway, I haven't a cent.

It's more out of curiosity.

Loads of books.

You know the people selling?

Sort of. I worked for them.

I work in fashion.

Head seamstress at Delphine Monnier's.

Know it? The hat shop's next door.

You must be new in town.

Their name is De Galais.

Very rich.

Then why sell?

The rich are like that. Buying, selling.

And weddings are costly.

Weddings?

But the son didn't marry.

Who's talking about the son?

The daughter.

Yvonne?

Yvonne married?

Married. And a trousseau

for someone like that...

You can't imagine its worth.

Plus the dowry.

Not bad.

What do you think?

"She told me that our Yvonne

"had married.

"Franois, my friend,

I'm in such despair.

"Forget about me now.

"Forget those people.

Forget it all.

"Life is elsewhere.

Mine is, in any case."

- In fact, you looked for me?

- In fact, I did.

You mentioned a milliner's shop.

It was easy to find.

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