For the lady of the camellias.
And they're almost twice as large as usual.
I shall have twice as many as usual tomorrow.
Twice as man...?
Oh, don't listen to her, Barjon.
I know what those things cost.
Aren't you willing to listen to her when she orders hats and dresses from you?
They're an investment.
Of course, I order too many flowers,
hats and too many everything.
But I want them.
To the theater.
And there's no limit to your extravagance.
Now, you won't be young forever.
It's high time you settle something about your future.
And I know the very man for you.
Really?
Yes, really.
Aren't you interested to know who it is?
Oh, yes, who is it?
The Baron de Varville,
one of the richest and most elegant gentlemen in Paris.
One foot in the grave and a wig on his head.
Not at all. Not at all. Quite the contrary.
He's young and handsome.
I heard from one of the girls in my shop
who heard from his valet...
he's gonna be at the theater tonight.
That's why I wanted you to look your best.
Come here.
I want to send a note.
And I'll give you a handsome tip
if you get it to the right person.
Do you know the Baron de Varville?
Yes, Madame. Good.
Well, that's done.
We go this way.
My dear, you're as good as a baroness already.
Don't forget. I arranged it all.
Where are we sitting?
Box A, of course. I always ask for Box A.
The baron can't miss it.
Come, come, old dear, open Box A.
Someone else is in there. What?
Good evening.
Let me see your ticket. - Here.
Why, this says Box B.
I asked for Box A.
If you'd wear your spectacles, you'd see what you get.
None of your lip. Not so much fuss.
Wait, who's in there?
A friend of yours.
Olympe. Olympe.
Right.
Well, what's so funny about it, I'd like to know.
How you arranged everything for Olympe.
That cat. If you think I'm going to let...
a cheating, lying wretch like that upset my plans, you're wrong.
She's got to change places with us.
Well, fight it out, ladies.
My angel.
Marguerite, darling.
Oh, how are you, my dear?
How beautiful we look this evening.
Nice perfume. What is it?
That's my secret.
And how are you, you old robber?
You're great for teasing, aren't you?
Is there any point in our staying out here in this draft?
Oh, look here, Olympe,
there's been a little mistake about our tickets...
and we want you to change boxes with us.
Why?
I can't understand why you must sit in this box
when yours is just as good.
Well, you know Prudence. She's a woman full of secrets.
Even changing her corset is a great mystery.
Some things have to be a mystery.
But if you'll do what I ask you to do,
I'll send you that fur toque for a present.
It's a bargain. During the intermission, I'll move.
Come here, Marguerite.
A note for Monsieur le Baron.
Which is Box A?
There, Monsieur le Baron. At the left.
Show me to my seat.
Doesn't Monsieur le Baron wish to send an answer?
I'll wait and decide that later.
My dear, do you see that gentleman standing up?
Which one?
In the second row on the aisle.
Yes. Do you know him?
I know who he is.
He's the fabulously rich de Varville, Baron de Varville.
I didn't know that rich men ever looked like that.
This one does. He's looking at us.
He's seen us looking at him.
I've changed my mind, Prudence.
You can keep your fur toque.
The Baron de Varville is on his way to this box,
and I'm going to stay and meet him.
But he's coming here to meet me.
So that's what you had up your sleeve.
I invited him to join us here myself.
Nothing could be better. Thank you,
my dear Prudence, for arranging it.
But having done so much, you really must let me receive him alone.
Unfortunately, I like him too.
Why unfortunately?
Because his eyes have made love to me all evening.
That's a lie. He barely glanced at you.
I never took my glasses from his face...
except for an instant to let him see mine.
Perhaps that was the instant he smiled at me.
He did not smile at you, and he won't meet you here.
Then he must look for me somewhere else.
Sit down, Marguerite.
Listen, Olympe, I appeal to your sense of honor,
if you have such a thing.
Oh, shut up, you old woman.
Get out before I have you dragged out.
Come, come, Prudence.
You really are a fool, Olympe.
You're the fool.
You know that Prudence is nothing but an old vulture.
Vulture!
She called me a vulture.
That one who'd pick a dead man's pocket.
I'll tell you something else.
If you don't stop being so easygoing with money...