"Vous êtes Français, vous; mais ces Italiens, L'idiome mielleux qui détrempe leurs âmes Semblerait fait exprès pour un peuple de femmes; D'énergiques accents ont peine à s'y mêler. Un homme est là; l'on croit qu'en homme il va parler; Il parle, on se retourne, et, par un brusque échange, A la place d'un homme, on trouve une louange."-!!! It was to the last line that the three wretched notes of exclamation had been affixed, which were intended to express many things. For the most part, Picard's criticisms were laconically brief. After the following lines came one huge note of interrogation:-- "Sur le chemin des rois, l'oubli couvre ma trace; Mon nom, comme un vain bruit, s'affaiblit dans l'espace: Ce n'est plus qu'un écho par l'écho répété, Et j'assiste vivante à la postérité. Je crus que plus longtemps--mon erreur fut profonde!-- Mon abdication bruirait dans le monde ... Pour le remplir encore un but m'est indiqué; Je veux reconquérir cet empire abdiqué. Comme je la donnai, je reprends ma couronne, Et l'on dira que j'ai le caprice du trône!"--? a point of interrogation which seemed to say, "Perhaps the author understands this passage. I, certainly, do not." After the last line-- "Eh bien, j'en ai pitié, mon père ... Qu'on l'achève!" was written the word "IMPOSSIBLE." Was it the piece which was _impossible_ or only that line? Picard had had the delicacy to leave me the benefit of the doubt. I related my adventure to Taylor and showed him Picard's notes. "All right," he said; "leave the play with me and return to-morrow morning." I left the play with him, feeling very subdued in spirits. I was beginning to learn to my cost that the joys connected with the theatre are the opposite of those in nature, and belong only to early days--after that brief period one's real troubles immediately begin. I took good care to keep my engagement and was with Taylor by eight next morning. He showed me my manuscript, across which Nodier had written in his own handwriting-- "Upon my soul and conscience, I declare _Christine_ is one of the most remarkable works I have read for the last twenty years." "You realise," said Taylor to me, "I shall need that to back me up. You must keep yourself in readiness to re-read your play on Saturday." "Monsieur le Baron," I said to him, "I am in an office, and there they are all the more strict with me because I go in for literary work, which bureaucratic eyes look upon as an unpardonable crime. Could I read it on Sunday, rather than Saturday?" "It is contrary to all custom, but I will see what I can do."