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pretensions, "she fairly gives it you, she does; you'd think she'd do
herself an injury, the way she runs about. I call that acting, don't
you?" And happy to find these reasons for Berma's superiority, though
not without a suspicion that they no more accounted for it than would
for that of the Gioconda or of Benvenuto's Perseus a peasant's gaping
"That's a good bit of work. It's all gold, look! Fine, ain't it?", I
greedily imbibed the strong wine of this popular enthusiasm. I felt, all
the same, when the curtain had fallen for the last time, disappointed
that the pleasure for which I had so longed had been no greater, but at
the same time I felt the need to prolong it, not to depart for ever,
when I left the theatre, from this strange life of the stage which had,
for a few hours, been my own, from which I should be tearing myself
away, as though I were going into exile, when I returned to my own home,
had I not hoped there to learn a great deal more about Berma from her
admirer, to whom I was indebted already for the permission to go to
_Phèdre_, M. de Norpois. I was introduced to him before dinner by my
father, who summoned me into his study for the purpose. As I entered,
the Ambassador rose, held out his hand, bowed his tall figure and fixed
his blue eyes attentively on my face. As the foreign visitors who used
to be presented to him, in the days when he still represented France
abroad, were all more or less (even the famous singers) persons of note,
with regard to whom he could tell, when he met them, that he would be
able to say, later on, when he heard their names mentioned in Paris or
in Petersburg, that he remembered perfectly the evening he had spent
with them at Munich or Sofia, he had formed the habit of impressing upon
them, by his affability, the pleasure with which he was making their
acquaintance; but in addition to this, being convinced that in the life
of European capitals, in contact at once with all the interesting
personalities that passed through them and with the manners and customs
of the native populations, one acquired a deeper insight than could be
gained from books into the intellectual movement throughout Europe, he
would exercise upon each newcomer his keen power of observation, so as
to decide at once with what manner of man he had to deal. The Government
had not for some time now entrusted to him a post abroad, but still, as
soon as anyone was introduced to him, his eyes, as though they had not
yet been informed of their master's retirement, began their fruitful
observation, while by his whole attitude he endeavoured to convey that
the stranger's name was not unknown to him. And so, all the time, while
he spoke to me kindly and with the air of importance of a man who is
conscious of the vastness of his own experience, he never ceased to
examine me with a sagacious curiosity, and to his own profit, as though
I had been some exotic custom, some historic and instructive building or
some "star" upon his course.
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