Memories of My Life: Being My Personal, Professional, and Social Recollections as Woman and ArtistBernhardt, Sarah
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Memories of My Life: Being My Personal, Professional, and Social Recollections as Woman and Artist
Bernhardt, Sarah
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friendship with these three men afterwards, but later on Albert Delpit
became my enemy. All three are now dead; Albert Delpit died a
disappointed man, for he had tried everything, and succeeded in nothing;
the Dutch baron died in a railway accident, and Felix Faure as President
of the French Republic.
The young woman, on hearing my name, introduced herself in her turn:
“I think we are slightly related,” she said. “I am Mme. Laroque....”
“Of Bordeaux?” I asked.
“Yes.”
My mother’s brother had married a Mlle. Laroque of Bordeaux, so that we
were able to talk of our family. Altogether the journey did not seem
very long, in spite of the heat, the overcrowding, and our thirst.
The arrival in Paris was more gloomy. We shook hands warmly with each
other. The stout lady’s husband was awaiting her with a telegram in his
hand. The unfortunate woman read it, and then, uttering a cry, burst
into sobs and fell into his arms. I gazed at her, wandering what sorrow
had come upon her. Poor woman, I could no longer see anything ridiculous
about her! I felt a pang of remorse at the thought that we had been
laughing at her so much, when misfortune had already singled her out.
On reaching home I sent word to my mother that I should be with her
sometime during the day. She came at once, as she wanted to know how my
health was. We then arranged about the departure of the whole family,
with the exception of myself, as I wanted to stay in Paris during the
siege. My mother, my little boy, and his nurse, my sisters, my Aunt
Annette, who kept house for me, and my mother’s maid, were all ready to
start two days later. I had taken rooms at Frascati’s, at Hâvre, for the
whole tribe. But the desire to leave Paris was one thing, and the
possibility of doing so, another. The stations were invaded by families
like mine, who thought it more prudent to emigrate. I sent my manservant
to engage a compartment, and he came back three hours later with his
clothes torn, after receiving various kicks and blows.
“Madame cannot go into that crowd,” he assured me. “It is quite
impossible. I should not be able to protect her. And then, too, madame
will not be alone; there is madame’s mother, the other ladies, and the
children. It is really quite impossible.”
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