„ 5. Les Fourchambault 10,700 „ 5. Phèdre (matinée); La Joie fait Peur *14,265 „ 7. Le Marquis de Villemer 10,565 „ 8. L’Ami Fritz 11,005 „ 9. Hernani *14,275 „ 10. Le Sphinx *13,775 „ 11. Philiberte; L’Etourdi 11,500 „ 12. Ruy Blas *12,660 „ 12. Gringoire (matinée); Hernani (Acte V.);La Bénédiction; Davenant; L’Etincelle *13,725 Total receipts 492,150 francs The average of the receipts was about 11,715 francs. These figures show that, out of the forty-three performances given by the Comédie Française, the eighteen performances in which I took part gave an average of 13,350 francs each, while the twenty-five other performances gave an average of 10,000 francs. * * * * * While I was in London I learned that I had lost my law-suit. “The Court—with its ‘Inasmuch as,’ ‘Nevertheless,’ &c.—declares hereby that Mlle. Sarah Bernhardt loses all the rights, privileges, and advantages, resulting to her profit from the engagement which she contracted with the company by authentic decree of March 24, 1875, and condemns her to pay to the plaintiff in his lawful quality the sum of one hundred thousand francs damages.” I gave my last performance in London the very day that the papers published this unjust verdict. I was applauded, and the public overwhelmed me with flowers. I had taken with me Madame Devoyod, Mary Jullien, Kalb, my sister Jeanne, Pierre Berton, Train, Talbot, Dieudonnée—all artistes of great repute. I played all the pieces which I was to play in America. Vitu, Sarcey, Lapommeraye had said so much against me that I was stupefied to learn from Mayer that they had arrived in London to be present at my performances. I could no longer understand what it all meant. I thought that the Parisian journalists were leaving me in peace at last, and here were my worst enemies coming across the sea to see and hear me. Perhaps they were hoping—like the Englishman who followed the lion-tamer to see him devoured by his lions! Vitu in the _Figaro_ had finished one of his bitter articles with these words: “But we have heard enough, surely, of Mlle. Sarah Bernhardt! Let her go abroad with her monotonous voice and her funereal fantasies! Here we have nothing new to learn from her talents or her caprices....” Sarcey, in an equally bitter article, _à propos_ of my resignation at the Comédie, had finished in these terms: “There comes a time when naughty children must go to bed.”