:32:00
That's too much. And not enough.
:32:05
Don't you believe in love, Marguerite?
:32:10
l don't think l know what it is.
:32:13
-Oh, thank you.
-For what?
:32:16
For never having been in love.
:32:20
How funny you are.
:32:23
That's right, laugh at me.
:32:25
Perhaps your laughter will cure me.
Nothing else seems to.
:32:28
l believe you're sincere, at least.
:32:33
After all, when one may not have
long to live...
:32:36
...why shouldn't one have fancies?
:32:42
You see, l'm not laughing anymore.
:32:53
Take this and come back to me
when it dies.
:32:55
-How soon will that be?
-Tomorrow night.
:32:58
Look...
:33:01
...it's dead already. Now.
:33:03
-That's impossible.
-lt's not. Send those people away.
:33:07
-l can't.
-l will. l'll tell them you're ill.
:33:09
lt's true. You're too ill to talk
with anyone but me tonight.
:33:12
lf they go, you must go too.
:33:13
-What?
-Yes.
:33:15
Come back later, alone, so we'll have
supper in here tonight.
:33:21
Go in the other room, and l'll have
Nanine get rid of you all.
:33:28
You're not sending me for
marrons glacés, are you?
:33:31
How do l know you'll let me
in when l come back?
:33:41
There. You can let yourself in
when you come back.
:33:45
You're an angel.
:33:48
l won't go, l can't.
:33:59
Marguerite Gautier.