Confidences trop intimes

I should meet him, before.
Who's that sad woman?
I don't know... Nobody.
It makes me shiver.
I used to think that she was
my father's secret lover,

but he's too serious for that.
Even if for some time he had
a crush on Madame Mulon.

- The secretary?
- Yes, she was his own, at first.

She had some kind of vagueness.
Vagueness? I don't know what it means.
It means... she was attractive.
- See you.
- Good-bye.

See you.
I can finally shake a hand,
yours, at least.
- It's a beginning.
- See you on Thursday.

Good morning, Mrs. Mulon.
Jeanne, good morning!
I thought she wasn't coming
to see you anymore.

Even now that she knows
you aren't a psychiatrist...

- Oh, I understand.
- No, you don't...

She only speaks to me about her husband,
a vicious man who makes her suffer.
- She only has to leave him.
- It's not so simple,

he dominates her and she is afraid of him.
Luckily, she met you.
- You will save her...
- Hm hmmm.