Impromptu

1:15:22

- Is madame at home, please?
- Yes, monsieur.

1:15:33

- Madame? Please excuse me.
- Sophie!

1:15:38

There’s no more. I’m empty.
That’s the last you’ll get from me.

1:15:41

- I will return another time.
- Don’t go.

1:15:46

You haven’t visited me for a long time.

1:15:48

Forgive me. My health has been hateful.

1:15:51

Franz is away.

1:15:53

All the royal houses of Europe have
invited him to play, it seems. Even Russia.

1:15:57

Like most peasants,
he has a weakness for crowned heads.

1:16:01

You may turn around.

1:16:03

Please sit.

1:16:06

Thank you.

1:16:11

Do you hear anything
from Madame Sand?

1:16:14

- Will she be coming to Paris this year?
- I am no longer her friend.

1:16:18

She severed herself from Franz and me
with no explanation.

1:16:21

- You have her latest book, I see.
- Yes.

1:16:24

- Have you read it?
- I wouldn’t touch such trash.

1:16:30

Madame,
last summer you gave me a letter.

1:16:34

Yes, I took a chance...

1:16:36

you would forgive me
speaking the truth of my heart.

1:16:39

In fact, I was appalled.

1:16:42

But I could not reject it entirely.

1:16:46

Something touched me.
A phrase, like a tune one can’t forget.

1:16:49

- Shall I remind you what you wrote?
- Do.

1:16:58

”I am not full of virtues
and noble qualities.”