:17:02
That's it.
:17:10
Van Ruijven:
So, finished at last.
:17:13
Honored guest.
:17:16
It's the old woman's idea to combine
the birth feast and the viewing.
:17:20
She is a tight fist.
:17:23
I won't turn out
for small beer and biscuits, tell her.
:17:26
Me and the brat
deserve a proper feast.
:17:33
You have a very wide eyes.
:17:36
What do they call you?
:17:40
- Griet.
- Griet?
:17:43
Griet.
:17:48
Your master is a fine painter,
Griet.
:17:51
The finest in Delft.
:17:54
He's painted me.
:17:56
Perhaps that will be
my epitaph.
:18:05
Look at that dress.
:18:07
You can almost stroke
the satin.
:18:10
And the wine winkling
through the glass.
:18:15
Can you imagine yourself
in such finery, Griet?
:18:21
She loved it, you know.
:18:23
Lace and satin pressed tight
against the plump little bubbies.
:18:28
The silk, heavy on her thighs.
:18:31
The gentlemen watching.
:18:35
My God, she was happy.
:18:37
She thought she was somebody.
:18:39
All dressed up like a lady.
:18:43
Green as grass,
mind you.
:18:47
She had only worked there
a few months
:18:49
before Master Van Ruijven
brought her over to be painted.
:18:52
Got her into that fine red dress.
:18:57
Poured wine down her
like he was forcing a goose.