The Mapleson Memoirs, 1848-1888, vol IMapleson, James Henry
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The Mapleson Memoirs, 1848-1888, vol I
Mapleson, James Henry
Opera -- England -- London; Opera -- United States
On the 7th December, during a rehearsal of _Fidelio_, my insurance agent
called to complete the insurance. I showed him the inventories of the
different departments, and agreed to insure for £30,000; but as the
costumier's list was not at hand, and the costumier himself was out at
dinner, the agent suggested my giving him £10 on account and keeping the
matter open until the following Monday, when he would call again. Just
as he was leaving the room my treasurer came in, stating that he had
just heard that the Japanese people did not intend to avail themselves
of his services after he had given them all the information respecting
the working of his department.
I asked whom they _had_ engaged. He mentioned the name of Mr. Hingston,
at which I started, and said--
"If Hingston is engaged, good-bye to the theatre. It will make the
fifteenth that will have been burnt under his management."
On hearing this, the insurance agent stepped across the room and again
suggested that I should hand him the £10 to keep me right till Monday.
I jokingly said: "There is no fear;" and he took his departure.
I remained working in my office at Pall Mall until about six o'clock
that evening. As I was engaged to dine at Mdlle. Titiens's in St. John's
Wood, I had but a few moments to put my head into the box-office, which
was just closing, and ask Mr. Nugent for some opera tickets for the
following night. I did not, according to my custom, go through his
office on to the stage (which I might have done while he was getting out
the tickets), fearing I should be too late for the dinner.
About half-past eleven o'clock that evening our party was alarmed by a
violent ringing of the bell. Then my servant rushed in with his clothes
very much torn, uttered some inarticulate sounds, and fell on a chair,
pointing upwards. On looking out of the window we saw that the sky was
bright red, although we were four miles from the fire. Mdlle. Titiens
and Signor Bevignani exclaimed with one voice: "It's the theatre!"
I hastened down at once, accompanied by Bevignani, only to find
impassable barriers of soldiers and populace, and it was not without
great difficulty I could approach the building. On my pointing out to
the firemen certain doors which they ought to break open in order to
recover wardrobes, music, &c., I was told to "mind my own business."
They then went to quite another part and began chopping and breaking,
whereas had they allowed themselves to be guided by me they might have
saved a considerable portion of my property. It was not until three
hours afterwards that the fire reached that part of the theatre which I
had pointed out as containing things which might have been saved.
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