Bette's on her best behaviour here as Henriette, humble little governess to the four children of a noble family in 19th-century France. The household is strained to say the least because the Duke and Duchess aren't a couple anymore and the Duchess (Barbara O'Neil)is increasingly irked because Henriette's getting all the affection she herself is unable to offer. (Like Soames Forsyte she's her own worst enemy.) The Duke(Charles Boyer)only plays house because of the kids, the youngest of whom, a boy, is significantly removed in age from his three sisters. Things come to a head when wife suspects hubby and the servant of carrying-on. They haven't been but rumours in society at the highest level lead Henriette to quit her post after the Duchess has promised to send her a letter of recommendation. It never arrives and the Duke, in a rage when he finds Henriette destitute, bludgeons his wife to death. As a peer of the realm he's immune from police-arrest but elects to take poison rather than confirm guilt or innocence. Henriette, suspected of complicity, is put on trial but released for lack of evidence and makes a new life as a schoolteacher in America. The case became a major scandal said to have precipitated the Revolution of 1840 and the novel on which the film is based was written by Henriette's eventual great-niece Rachel Field.
The film does go on a bit - rather like the children at times - in the way of "photographed bestsellers" that can't bear to leave anything out though in fact it ends with the marriage proposal that will bring her into the Field fold. It's told in flashback with Bette telling her story to her first class of pupils after they've been nasty to her. There's a lot to get through and director Litvak keeps things at a fair clip with not much time for subtlety. We get the picture with the Duchess straight away, an absolute compendium of hatefulness - she's spoilt, petulant, insensitive, neurotically jealous and finally vindictive - on top of which she's just downright DISAGREEABLE, which makes it worse. We can't even LIKE her a bit. Against this force-field of bad vibrations Bette, doubtless resisting the urge to slap her with a dead rat, stays cool, knows her place (in the story, that is), dispenses sweet reasonableness and lets O'Neil chew the scenery. She even sings to the children like Maria Von Trapp and in a touchingly-handled scene consoles the eldest one (June Lockhart) over her fears of puberty and all it will entail, anxieties the child could never broach with the Duchess. The killing of the old girl, after a hammy final close-up, is suggested rather than shown as if to imply some mystery though there doesn't seem to be any. The trial and the political aftermath are conveyed through newspaper headlines and we're back to the present with Bette's class in absolute meltdown (even horrid Emily Schuyler) and the flowery promise of Eternal Happiness from nice dull Jeffrey Lynn as Reverend Field. Pity she had to lose Boyer, they made a sympathetic team. But never mind, Bets, you've got Paul Henreid to look forward to. Oh alright then, Joan Crawford. Order up that dead rat.