British -- France -- Fiction; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“I am an old sad woman; my _armure_ is crumbled from me. I play now
only one part--in those times it was many. From Cupid to a
_cuisinière_, I had the gift to make each character appear natural;
to present it, nevairtheless, of the most charming grace. I was adored
and adorable; but it was vanity. I would not exchange the present for
the past. I could perform on seven, eight instruments, monsieur; I
could dance to shame the unapproachable Vestris; I knew Corneille by
heart; Mirabeau himself was not cleverer in organising a comedy for
the living, than I for the artificial, stage. My _rôle_ was to
promote the healthy condition of amiability, to teach people how to be
happy though innocent. That _rôle_ yet remains to me; the rest is
gone. When vanity has taught its lesson the pupil may become teacher.
I leave since many years the theatre of emotions for the theatre of
life. It would be good for some of your countrywomen to follow my
example. When I sink of your Congreve, your Vanbrugh, and of the young
ladies at Barse that listen wisout a blush, _eh bien, on peut espérer
que l’habit ne fait pas le moine_!”
“Faith, it’s horrible!” said Mr Sheridan; and he remembered how
assiduously madame and her charges had frequented the theatres during
their two months’ stay at that questionable watering-place before they
came to Bury.
“But the morals of ‘Belle Chasse’ have not penetrated to England,”
says he, with a little roguish bow to the lady.
Madame uttered a self-indulgent sigh. She looked round on the frippery
of fancy-work--moss-baskets, appliqué embroidery, wax flowers,
illustrations of science in the shape of tiny trees formed from lead
precipitate, illustrations of art in the collections of little moony
landscapes engraved on smoked cards, illustrations of practical
mechanics in the binding of a sticky volume or so--that lay about the
room. These were all so many evidences of her system--instruction in
the pleasant gardens of manual toil. She was possessed of the little
knowledge of a hundred little crafts. She could have written a ‘Girl’s
Own Book’ without the help of one collaborator.
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