:09:01
Forgive my prolonged neglect, my pet.
:09:04
For here l am again, at your feet.
:09:10
How softly your skin shines
in the moonlight.
:09:23
Darling? lt's me! l'm back!
:09:28
Monsieur Binet's charming troupe
of traveling players, wake up!
:09:34
Where is she? My Lenore.
Your leading lady. Where is she?
:09:38
- She's not here.
- Not here? Why isn't she here?
:09:41
- She's gone to Paris.
- Paris. You're lying.
:09:43
- To see her family.
- Her father is sick.
:09:46
- Father? She never had a father.
- Maybe a sister.
:09:49
Never had a sister, a brother, a father,
a mother, an aunt, an uncle...
:09:52
- She has no one but me, has she?
- Only a husband.
:09:58
A husband?
:10:02
Monsieur Binet,
heaven's gift to the theater.
:10:06
Are you by any chance trying to tell me
that my Lenore is married?
:10:10
Yes, indeed. Well, practically.
:10:12
- Practically?
- All but...
:10:14
- All but, what?
- Married.
:10:16
She got tired of waiting for you
to make her your own.
:10:20
And now she goes to the altar
with another.
:10:23
Paris. Tuesday. Noon.
:10:45
Lenore, my bride. My beautiful.
What have l done to deserve you?
:10:50
So far, remarkably little.
But l'm living in hopes.
:10:55
- Roses.
- They're lucky for lovers.
:10:57
Are they? What a pity they fade so quickly.