[laughs] Good night.

Good night, Tante.

[door clunks] [gentle music] "He holdeth the clouds weeping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth.

I sought him, but I found him not.

I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth.

I will seek him whom my soul loveth." [people murmuring] And this book is two shillings to buy or one penny a day for renting.

What was it in the Song? What was it, Lily?

I, uh, I want to have a talk with you before you go on.

Very well, monsieur.

[instrumental music] Come in.

When I crashed the legion, I ditched the past

There's a foreign legion of women, too, but we have no uniforms, no flags, and no medals when we are brave, no wound stripes when we are hurt