Camille1936

Armand:
I was dreaming...of you...We were in the country alone, far away.

Marguerite:
Oh, I wish we were.

Armand:
Marguerite. Let me take you to the country.

Marguerite:
Yes, any day you like.

Armand:
No, no, I mean, let me take you for a long time till you're well and strong again.

Marguerite:
Oh, what nonsense.

Armand:
Why is it nonsense?

Marguerite:
Because it costs money to go to the country.

Armand:
I have money.

Marguerite:
Yes. How much?

Armand:
Seven thousand francs a year.

Marguerite:
I spend more than that in a month, and I've never been too particular where it came from, as you probably know.

Armand:
Don't say such things.

Marguerite:
Well it's true.

Armand:
Give up the Baron.

Marguerite:
I must give you up. I've told you before that you should forget me. So you go on your trip around the world and put me out of your mind.

Armand:
I thought I meant something to you.

Marguerite:
You mean too much already. But you're young and your life is before you. You know what mine has been already.

Armand:
It doesn't matter.

Marguerite:
Doesn't it?

Armand:
Marguerite, you need love more than you need money, just now. You need care even more than love. I can take such good care of you if you'd let me.