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The man offended him, after all. "You exaggerate grossly as usual." "I do not exaggerate. And I am the master in my own theatre. This is the Binet Troupe, and it shall be conducted in the Binet way." "Who are the gentlefolk the loss of whose patronage to the Feydau will be so poignantly felt?" asked Andre-Louis. "You imply that there are none? See how wrong you are.
We have been to the Theatre Francais and to the Theatre Feydau, both fine houses: decorations, etc., superior to English: acting much superior in comedy; in tragedy they bully, and rant, and throw themselves into Academy attitudes too much. R.L. EDGEWORTH to MISS CHARLOTTE SNEYD. PARIS, Nov. 18, 1802.
"If we are to play at the Feydau, you want a company of self-respecting comedians, and not a pack of cringing starvelings. The better we pay them in reason, the more they will earn for us." Thus was conquered the company's resentment of this too swift promotion of its latest recruit.
La Binet would make a scene, of course; but he knew the proper specific to apply to hysteria of that nature. Money, after all, has its uses. He pulled the cord. The carriage rolled to a standstill; a footman appeared at the door. "To the Theatre Feydau," said he. The footman vanished and the berline rolled on. M. de Chabrillane laughed cynically.
"The Paris newspapers," he writes in this, "which have reported in considerable detail the fracas at the Theatre Feydau and disclosed the true identity of the Scaramouche who provoked it, inform me also that you have escaped the fate I had intended for you when I raised that storm of public opinion and public indignation.
"Or else I am mistaken in thinking that your companion was Mlle. Binet of the Theatre Feydau." "You are not mistaken. But I had not imagined Mlle. Binet so famous already." "Oh, as to that..." mademoiselle shrugged, her tone quietly scornful. And she explained. "It is simply that I was at the play last night. I thought I recognized her." "You were at the Feydau last night? And I never saw you!"
I find it odd that he should have omitted from this letter all mention of Mlle. Binet, and I am disposed to account it at least a partial insincerity that he should have assigned entirely to his self-imposed mission, and not at all to his lacerated feelings in the matter of Climene, the action which he had taken at the Feydau.
Nevertheless it almost crushed the unfortunate and it enabled her father when he recovered to enrage her by pointing out that she owed this turn of events to the premature surrender she had made in defiance of his sound worldly advice. Father and daughter alike were left to assign the Marquis' desertion, naturally enough, to the riot at the Feydau.
And that night when from the stage of the Feydau you were denounced to the people, did you not hear yet again, in the voice of Scaramouche, the voice of Philippe de Vilmorin, using that dangerous gift of eloquence which you so foolishly imagined you could silence with a sword-thrust?
"I don't think that I shall ever take that resolve." "But you are still not sure in spite of everything." "Can one ever be sure of anything in this world?" "Yes. One can be sure of being foolish." Either she did not hear or did not heed him. "You do not of your own knowledge know that it was not as M. de La Tour d'Azyr asserts that he went to the Feydau that night?" "I don't," he admitted.
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