:07:06
At the convent, I'd pretend to
faint.
:07:09
The nuns would all rush over.
:07:12
Why did you do that?
:07:16
To be fussed over.
:07:25
Come with me.
:07:30
I like music, but the classes were
so dull.
:07:34
This was a prize for arithmetic...
:07:37
and this one for reading.
:07:40
This one too.
:07:46
My poor mother was so proud of
me with my laurels.
:07:55
On the first Friday of the month...
:07:57
I pick flowers from the garden for
her grave.
:08:10
I'd like to live in town.
:08:12
At least in winter.
:08:15
There again, summer days are so
long, they're even duller.
:08:19
Don't you think?
:08:23
Maitre Rouault!
:08:27
M. Bovary!
:08:30
Maitre Rouault!
:08:34
I've something to say to you.
:08:36
Tell me then... Perhaps I already
know what it is.
:08:40
M. Rouault...
:08:51
There's nothing I'd like better...
:08:54
and I expect the lass agrees...
:08:57
but we must ask her opinion.
:08:59
Now, this is what we'll do: