Domestic fiction; Short stories; Suburban life -- Fiction
The peculiar character of the drama to which they devoted themselves had
produced, in these ladies, some effects doubtless more interesting than
profitable to observe. One of them, whose unhappiness it was to take
the part of _soubrette_ in the Laughable Commedietta preceding the
burlesque, was so ill at ease in drapery, so full of awkward jerks and
twitches, that she seemed quite another being when she came on later
as a radiant young gentleman in pink silk hose, and nothing of feminine
modesty in her dress excepting the very low corsage. A strange and
compassionable satisfaction beamed from her face; it was evident that
this sad business was the poor thing's _forte_. In another company was a
lady who had conquered all the easy attitudes of young men of the second
or third fashion, and who must have been at something of a loss to
identify herself when personating a woman off the stage. But Nature
asserted herself in a way that gave a curious and scarcely explicable
shock in the case of that dancer whose impudent song required the action
of fondling a child, and who rendered the passage with an instinctive
tenderness and grace, all the more pathetic for the profaning boldness
of her super masculine dress or undress. Commonly, however, the members
of these burlesque troupes, though they were not like men, were in most
things as unlike women, and seemed creatures of a kind of alien sex,
parodying both. It was certainly a shocking thing to look at them with
their horrible prettiness, their archness in which was no charm, their
grace which put to shame. Yet whoever beheld these burlesque sisters,
must have fallen into perplexing question in his own mind as to whose
was the wrong involved. It was not the fault of the public--all of us
felt that: was it the fault of the hard-working sisterhood, bred to this
as to any other business, and not necessarily conscious of the
indecorum which pains my reader,--obliged to please somehow, and aiming,
doubtless, at nothing but applause? “La Belle Hélène” suggests the only
reasonable explanation: _“C'est la fatalité_.”
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