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There has lately stepped upon the French stage a charming personage, whose manner is quite free from the affectation that soils nearly all French actresses Mademoiselle Madeleine Brohan! When you see this young lady play Mademoiselle La Segli'ere, you see high-bred sensibility personified, and you see something like Lady Barbara Sinclair.
M. Bressant was the Tartuffe, and Madeleine Brohan was to personate Elmire. They came to the point where Tartuffe lays his hand on the knee of Elmire.
"Go on, my child," said a man with silvery hair. This was Provost. "Yes, it won't be as long as a scene from a play," exclaimed Augustine Brohan, the one woman present. I began again: Deux pigeons s'aimaient d'amour tendre, L'un d'eux s'ennuyant au logis Fut assez.... "Louder, my child, louder," said a little man with curly white hair, in a kindly tone. This was Samson.
Many severe critics have declared that Madame Rattazzi is, as an actress, a worthy rival of Fargeuil or Madeleine Brohan. Her manners are very fascinating a little bit too natural to be quite French, and a little too ceremonious to be quite Italian. She would have proved an invaluable acquisition at the downfall of the tower of Babel, for she is mistress of I dare not say how many languages.
The advance booking, however, was more than L400, and the committee would not hear of it. "Oh well," Got said to Mr. Mayer, "we must give the role to some one else if Sarah Bernhardt cannot play. There will be Croizette, Madeleine Brohan, Coquelin, Febvre, and myself in the cast, and, que diable! it seems to me that all of us together will make up for Mademoiselle Bernhardt."
Another unalloyed dramatic pleasure which Fleeming and I shared the year of the Paris Exposition, was the MARQUIS DE VILLEMER, that blameless play, performed by Madeleine Brohan, Delaunay, Worms, and Broisat an actress, in such parts at least, to whom I have never seen full justice rendered.
Another unalloyed dramatic pleasure, which Fleeming and I shared the year of the Paris Exposition, was the Marquis de Villemer, that blameless play, performed by Madeleine Brohan, Delaunay, Worms, and Broisat an actress, in such parts at least, to whom I have never seen full justice rendered.
At the beginning of 1882 it was to let. In the April of that year a person of the name of "Hess" agreed to take it at a quarterly rent of 1,200 francs, and paid 300 in advance. "Hess" was no other than Fenayrou the villa that had belonged to Madeleine Brohan the scene chosen for Aubert's murder.
At that time Augustine Brohan was living in the Rue Lord Byron, at the top of the Champs Élysées, in one of those pretty coquettish little houses which seem to ignorant provincials the realization of the poetical dreams which they weave for themselves from the pages of the novelist.
Thereupon, Mademoiselle Brohan turned to the stage-manager and asked, 'What am I to do now? 'Well, said that functionary, 'Madame X used to bite her lips and look sideways at the offending hand; Madame Z used to blush and frown, etc. But neither of them said, What would a woman like Elmire a virtuous woman do if so insulted by a sneaking hypocrite?
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