Marius Page #3

My poor Felicity.

She always loved a party.

But that's life.

It wasn't God's will.

She'll be happier up there

looking down on events.

The Malaisie's mate is here.

Right. It's a big order.

I must put my best foot forward.

They asked about sails yesterday.

- A large ship?

- Yes, leaving on an expedition.

On a three-master?

They'll be studying winds

and currents in the South Seas.

There's an auxiliary engine.

Panisse, hurry up.

That's enough. All in good time.

- You want to kill me?

- We must all die one day.

When one isn't rich,

one has to work.

He's none too happy.

In Marseilles,

nothing comes harder than work.

So, Fanny, is it settled?

What?

I may ask your mother

for your hand?

Anyone may ask.

You don't think I'm being foolish?

That's for Mother to decide.

The exquisite modesty

of a true maiden.

There you are, sir.

I won't keep you a moment.

Pretend you know nothing.

He thinks no one knows.

Well, I'm going out.

Just for a little walk

round the town.

Nothing important.

I really must get rid of this hat.

I may pop into Mostegui's

for some fish soup

and a steak with fries.

Well, I'm off.

No need to explain yourself.

I'm not explaining myself.

Why should I, at my age?

I'm just informing you

that I'm going to Mostegui's.

So that's where we can find you.

No, there's no need for anyone

to come to Mostegui's.

If you want something,

ask me now.

You said...

I said... I've nothing to say.

I don't need your permission

to go out.

Of course not.

Damn it, what does

this inquisition mean?

If I were 86, I'd understand

your spying on me.

But I'm not senile.

I won't drown.

Dad, off you go.

It's quite natural.

There you are.

My son says it's quite natural.

I shall go - naturally.

People should mind

their own business.

It's mere suspicion.

And I won't be suspected

by a Lyonnais.

No offense meant.

If Picon comes, take 12 bottles.

That'll be 240 francs.

Twelve bottles. Don't forget.

No need to tell me.

Leave it to me.

Good God, give me patience.

What did I do

to deserve such a son?

He can't be mine.

I don't believe it.

If Picon comes, take 12 bottles.

On second thought, don't.

I'll telephone.

- My poor boy.

- What do you mean?

You'll be late for your own funeral.

Panisse, have you really thought

about this?

Of course I have.

She's 30 years your junior.

Is that my fault?

I'll give her everything she wants -

money, jewels...

You're a good man,

but I'm afraid

she might find something lacking.

I'll say no more.

Don't talk

about what you don't know.

- I know love is wonderful.

- Agreed.

- But it's best at 20.

- She is 20.

- But you're 50.

- And I've got lots of money.

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