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And Frank Bret looked such a swell, and he got an encore for the song, "Oh, Certainly I Love Clairette." And he and Miss Leslie got another for the duet. To-morrow they play the Cloches. 'But now you've seen so much of the theatre I hope you'll be able to do a little overtime with me. I've promised to let Mrs. Barnes have her dress by to-morrow morning.
In my heart, nevertheless, I blessed the gracious lady, who, for all the lies that the world may have told of her, was the kindest woman I had known, and the best save one other. I was still musing when Michelot returned with the information that M. de Montresor was to be found at the Hotel des Cloches, whither he had gone to sup a few minutes before.
Jouay's French operetta company was giving its initial performance, Les Cloches de Corneville. To the eyes of the public was to be exhibited his select troupe, whose fame the newspapers had for days been proclaiming.
I dispatched Michelot to the Palais Royal, where without permitting his motive to transpire he was to ascertain for me whether M. de Montresor was in Paris, whether he still dwelt at the Hotel des Cloches, and at what hour he could be found there.
Rajah Govind Singh and his four companions stood together by a marble-topped table, laughing and whispering over a book filled with photographs of music-hall celebrities, while beside it a spurious album, whose heart was a musical box, tinkled an age-old air from "Les Cloches" with maddening precision.
Here a Protestant attested his belief; there a Leaguer cursed Henry IV.; elsewhere some bourgeois has carved the insignia of his noblesse de cloches, symbols of his long-forgotten magisterial glory. The whole history of France is there.
But all things end; the curtain fell on the last act of Les Cloches de Corneville, and not without a pleasant, passing sigh, the four left the theatre. The boulevard teemed with life as they made their way into the open; a certain intoxication seemed blown along the thoroughfare on the light spring wind; a restless energy tingled in the blood.
The suburbs of Paris around the Gare de l'Est the Plain of St. Denis and all the small villages, with kitchen gardens, rows of green vegetables under glass "cloches" are anything but interesting. It was not until we got near Gréty and alongside of Ferrières, the big Rothschild place, that we seemed to be in the country.
This must be what the gentleman meant who said he wished he could sleep as well in a “Wagner” car as he did at one of his operas! I am convinced the greater number would have preferred a jolly performance of Mme. Angot or the Cloches de Corneville, cut in two by a good ballet. It is, however, so easy to be mistaken on subjects of this kind that generalizing is dangerous.
They went rarely to Paris; lived almost all the year in the country and were devoted to their place. One just saw the pointed red roof of the château in the trees as one passed on the road. It stood high, a very steep road leading up to it. At the foot of the hill were market gardens, which made a very curious effect from a distance the long rows of glass "cloches" making huge white spots.
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