:42:00
Since you must know birds,
Madame Sand,
:42:02
what do you think of our local partridge?
:42:05
We flushed four of them
in a field this afternoon.
:42:08
Your friend Mallefille here
shot three of them.
:42:12
I only wounded the last one.
It flew away.
:42:15
I dont know how it could fly -
one wing was nearly torn off.
:42:19
When we were wandering back,
we saw it thrashing about in the garden.
:42:23
The dogs had got it!
One of the bitches had bitten off its head.
:42:28
- Feathers were flying everywhere...
- Charles!
:42:31
(violent coughing)
:42:35
Now see what youve done!
:42:39
What the devils the matter with him?
:42:41
He has trouble with his lungs.
Makes a misery of his life.
:42:46
He should be bled.
:42:48
We have an excellent physician. Hes
developed a special variety of leeches.
:42:53
Painless, and they leave very little mark.
:42:55
Better yet,
send in George to Monsieur Chopin.
:42:58
She leaves no mark at all.
:43:01
Hungarian humour, George.
:43:03
(crash)
:43:04
- You are too familiar. Apologise.
- Sit down, you ass!
:43:08
- You think I dont know whats going on?
- She has made love with Monsieur Liszt?
:43:12
Apologise or Ill rip your throat out!
:43:15
Apologise!
:43:17
- Agh! Alfred!
- St George!
:43:21
- What are "you" doing here?
- Im the dragoon. I was invited.
:43:25
Duchess, Ive only just arrived.
:43:27
Thank God I was in time
to defend Madame Sands honour.
:43:30
- You followed me.
- Hes the one?
:43:32
- Youre starting up with him again?
- Id sooner chew glass.
:43:38
Choose your seconds
and meet me at dawn, sir.
:43:41
- No more duels!
- This is mens business.
:43:44
- I accept.
- Men? Youre not fit to be men!
:43:48
Morons! Idiots!
:43:52
Choose your weapons, Mallefille.
Red or white?
:43:57
Leave her alone!
Shes going off to write about us.