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
Actors -- Biography; Bernhardt, Sarah, 1844-1923; Women -- Biography
I then continued by a prayer to God while _Toby_ fell asleep. César next
appeared as the monster fish and the audience trembled with fear. César
had been well taught by the gardener, Père Larcher, and he advanced
slowly from under the blue muslin. He was wearing his mask, representing
the head of a fish. Two enormous nutshells for his eyes had been painted
white, and a hole pierced through them, so that the dog could see. The
mask was fastened with wire to his collar, which also supported two
gills as large as palm leaves. César, sniffing the ground, snorted and
growled and then leaped wildly on to _Toby_, who with his cudgel, slew
the monster at one blow. The dog fell on his back with his four paws in
the air, and then rolled over on his side, pretending to be dead.
There was wild delight in the house, and the audience clapped and
stamped. The younger pupils stood up on their stools and shouted: “Good
César! Clever César! Oh, good dog, good dog!” The Sisters, touched by
the efforts of the guardian of the convent, shook their heads with
emotion. As for me, I quite forgot that I was the _Angel Raphael_, and I
stooped down and stroked César affectionately. “Ah, how well he has
acted his part!” I said, kissing him and taking one paw and then the
other in my hand, while the dog, motionless, continued to be dead.
The little bell was rung to call us to order. I stood up again, and
accompanied by the piano, we burst into a hymn of praise, a duet to the
glory of God, who had just saved _Toby_ from the fearful monster.
After this the little green serge curtain was drawn and I was
surrounded, petted, and praised. Mother Ste. Sophie came up onto the
platform and kissed me affectionately. As to Louise Buguet, she was now
joyful again and her angelic face beamed.
“Oh, how well you knew the part!” she said. “And then, too, everyone can
hear what you say. Oh, thank you so much!” She kissed me and I hugged
her with all my might—at last I was in it!
The third scene began. The action took place in _Father Toby’s_ house.
_Gabelus_, the _Angel_, and young _Toby_ were holding the entrails of
the fish in their hands and looking at them. The _Angel_ explained how
they must be used for rubbing the blind father’s eyes. I felt rather
sick, for I was holding in my hand a skate’s liver, and the heart and
gizzard of a fowl. I had never touched such things before and every now
and then the sick feeling made me heave, and the tears came into my
eyes.
Finally, the blind father came in, led by _Toby’s_ sister. _Gabelus_
knelt down before the old man and gave him the ten silver talents,
telling him in a long recital, of _Toby’s_ exploits in Media. After this
_Toby_ advanced, embraced his father and then rubbed his eyes with the
skate’s liver.
Eugénie Charmel made a grimace, but after wiping her eyes she exclaimed:
“I can see, I can see. O God of goodness, God of mercy, I can see, I can
see!”
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