Aveline: Papa you’re the face of death! What does the doctor say?
Philippe: Do not worry, ma chérie. It is only a–
Philippe: My dear love, do not frown so. Between your worry and your stepmother’s tonic, the maladie (malady) hurts less than the cure! …
Oh Jeanne… you were always so protective of that locket. I have always regretted–
Aveline: Papa, I’m not—
Philippe: Why did you leave? I would have married you if I could… You know my arrangement with Madeleine was… business. She convinced me… If the law was different… How can you ever forgive me?
Aveline: I don’t know, Papa.