My Double Life: The Memoirs of Sarah BernhardtBernhardt, Sarah
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My Double Life: The Memoirs of Sarah Bernhardt
Bernhardt, Sarah
Actors -- France -- Biography; Bernhardt, Sarah, 1844-1923
Charles Haas, bareheaded and in evening dress, a flower in his button-
hole, started with me up the narrow back staircase. We were soon on the
first floor, but when once there my knees shook; it seemed as thought my
heart had stopped, and I was seized with despair. The kitchen door, at
the top of the first flight of stairs, was locked with a triple turn of
the key. My amiable companion was tall, slight, and elegant, but not
strong. I besought him to go down and fetch a hammer, a hatchet, or
something, but just at that moment, a new-comer wrenched the door open
by a violent plunge with his shoulder against it. This new arrival was
no other than M. Sohège, a friend of mine. He was a most charming and
excellent man, a broad-shouldered Alsatian, well known in Paris, very
lively and kind, and always ready to do any one a service. I took my
friends to my grandmother’s room. She was sitting up in bed, out of
breath with calling Catherine, the servant who waited upon her. This
maid was about twenty-five years of age, a big, strapping girl from
Burgundy, and she was now sleeping peacefully, in spite of the uproar in
the street, the noise of the fire-engines, which had arrived at last,
and the wild shrieks of the occupants of the house. Sohège shook the
maid, whilst I explained to my grandmother the reason of the tumult and
why we were in her room.
“Very good,” she said; and then she added calmly, “Will you give me the
box, Sarah, that you will find at the bottom of the wardrobe? The key of
it is here.”
“But, grandmother,” I exclaimed, “the smoke is beginning to come in
here. We have not any time to lose.”
“Well, do as you like. I shall not leave without my box!”
With the help of Charles Haas and of Arthur Meyer we put my grandmother
on Sohège’s back in spite of herself. He was of medium height, and she
was extremely tall, so that her long legs touched the ground, and I was
afraid she might get them injured. Sohège therefore took her in his
arms, and Charles Haas carried her legs. We then set off, but the smoke
stifled us, and after descending about ten stairs I fell down in a
faint.
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