Mr. Gladstone did me the great honor of talking to me for about ten minutes. With his genial mind he spoke of everything in a singularly gracious way. He asked me what impression the attacks of certain clergymen on the Comédie Française and the damnable profession of dramatic _artistes_, had made on me. I answered that I considered our art quite as profitable, morally, as the sermons of Catholic and Protestant preachers. “But will you tell me, mademoiselle,” he insisted, “what moral lesson you can draw from ‘Phèdre’?” “Oh, Mr. Gladstone,” I replied, “you surprise me! ‘Phèdre’ is an ancient tragedy; the morality and customs of those times belong to a perspective quite different from ours, and different from the morality of our present society. And yet in that there is the punishment of the old nurse _Œnone_, who commits the atrocious crime of accusing an innocent person. The love of _Phèdre_ is excusable on account of the fatality which hangs over her family, and descends pitilessly upon her. In our times we should call that fatality atavism, for _Phèdre_ was the daughter of _Minos_ and _Pasiphæ_. As to _Theseus_, his verdict, against which there could be no appeal, was an arbitrary and monstrous act, and was punished by the death of that beloved son of his who was the sole and last hope of his life. We ought never to cause what is irreparable.” “Ah!” said the Grand Old Man, “you are against capital punishment?” “Yes, Mr. Gladstone.” “And quite right, mademoiselle.” Frederic Leighton then joined us and with great kindness complimented me on one of my pictures, representing a young girl holding some palms. This picture was bought by Prince Leopold. My little exhibition was a great success, but I never thought that it was to be the cause of so much gossip and of so many cowardly side thrusts, until finally it led to my rupture with the Comédie Française. I had no pretensions either as a painter or a sculptor, and I exhibited my works for the sake of selling them, as I wanted to buy two little lions and had not money enough. I sold the pictures for what they were worth, that is to say, at very modest prices. Lady H—— bought my group “After the Storm.” It was smaller than the large group I had exhibited two years previously at the Paris Salon, and for which I had received a prize. The smaller group was in marble, and I had worked at it with the greatest care. I wanted to sell it for £160, but Lady H—— sent me £400 together with a charming note, which I venture to quote. It ran as follows: Do me the favour, Madame, of accepting the enclosed £400 for your admirable group “After the Storm.” Will you also do me the honour of coming to lunch with me and afterwards you shall choose for yourself the place where your piece of sculpture will have the best light. ETHEL H——.