Topaze Page #3
- Year:
- 1951
- 136 min
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- Are you sure?
- If you succeed, it's fabulous.
lower your voice,
and you pounce!
Pounce!
- How do you pounce?
- A bit of emotion, poetry,
and a request in due form.
If she hesitates, be daring,
kiss her.
Kiss her? But what will she do?
She might just be in raptures.
That would be marvelous,
but I don't dare hope.
You never know.
Or perhaps her modesty
will cause her to react,
she might push you away and say:
"What are you doing, sir?"
But no matter,
as long as she doesn't cry for help,
it means "yes".
And the kiss? Where?
On her forehead?
Silly man!
A kiss on the mouth.
On the mouth?
- You've done that before?
- Dozens of times.
Well then, I'll try.
What worries me most, is the father.
Yes, the father. He's certainly not
the same kettle of fish.
Oh, the father.
I'm sure he esteems me,
he knows I'm perfectly honest,
but a refusal
would cause me such pain that...
I'd rather sound him out first.
I know what you're getting at!
You want me to do it?
- I didn't dare ask.
- Fine, at the first opportunity.
Be discreet,
don't arouse his suspicions.
You know me, I'll approach
for this very morning
I announced the arrival
of a new student.
- I give him private lessons.
I advised his parents
to put him here.
The boss will be happy,
but you'll lose your lessons.
I didn't want them anymore.
- They're not well paid?
- To the contrary.
It's a long story.
Imagine, this child lives
with a young woman, who's his aunt.
She's very young. Neither married,
nor divorced nor a widow.
Then what is she?
I believe she's an orphan.
But very rich.
She received me the first time in
a boudoir from the Arabian nights.
Silk fabrics, antique paintings,
cushions on the floor.
She must be rich.
You can't imagine.
Almost every day after my lesson,
a distinguished gentleman,
he must be a servant,
takes me to the boudoir,
where the young woman questions me
as to the child's progress.
My dear friend,
maybe it's the dcor,
or perhaps her perfume,
but every time I talk to her,
I can't remember what I've said.
You're simply not a man of the world.
I'd like to see you!
She was sitting on a cushion,
wearing the finest silk stockings,
with precious heels,
and gloves made of snakeskin,
once even gold-colored.
She's a chorus girl!
Don't judge so harshly
She's a lady of society.
High society.
I've met a grand gentleman
at her home several times,
surely a friend of her father's.
- I'm looking for Mr. Topaze.
- Third door on the left.
So this is what I thought...
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