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A cutlet was brought from the pastry-cook's patronised by the Conservatoire, and I devoured it, to the great joy of Madame Guerard and Mlle. de Brabender, for I detested meat, and always refused to eat it. The members of the committee at last went to their places in the large box, and there was silence in the theatre. The young men were called first on the stage.
I had pictured to myself her face brightening up, and then old Marguerite and my godfather laughing heartily and my sisters dancing with joy, and here was Madame Guerard sounding her trumpet and spoiling all the effects that I had prepared so well. I must say that the kind woman continued as long as she lived, that is the greater part of my life, to spoil all my effects.
At that time I had no secretary, but mon petit Dame served me as such. I looked at the envelope a long time, and gave it at last to Madame Guerard. "It is a letter from M. Perrin, director of the Comedie Francaise," she said. "He asks if you can fix a time to see him on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon at the Comedie Francaise or at your own house." "Thanks. What day is it to-day?" I asked.
When my name was announced by the usher, he sprang up from his chair and came forward with his face beaming and both hands stretched out. "Ah, you had forgotten me!" he said, and then he turned to greet Madame Guerard in a friendly way. "But I never thought I was coming to see you!" I replied: "and I am delighted," I continued, "for you will let me have everything I ask for."
Yet even men like Guerard, recently head of the railway union, and Niel of the printers, recently secretary of the Federation of Labor, both belonging to the less radical faction, are in favor of the use of the general strike under several contingencies, and stand for a union policy directed towards the ultimate abolition of employers.
I never doubted for a moment as to the success of this foolish and criminal attempt, and I did not tell any one about it except my sister, my beloved Guerard, and my faithful Felicie and her husband Claude. The comedian Angelo, who was sleeping in Jarrett's berth on this journey, knew of it, but he was courageous, and had faith in his star.
"If they would put the Holy Virgin on the ramparts of Paris the bombs would not come." He lay down again then, holding his little medal in his hand, and the bombarding continued until six in the morning. "Ambulance! Ambulance!" we then heard, and Madame Guerard and I went down. "Here," said the sergeant, "take this man.
"You have been most kind and charming. Thank you very much." I then moved towards the door, but I stood still again suddenly, as though hypnotised by an overcoat hanging over a chair. Madame Guerard saw what had attracted my attention, and she pulled my sleeve gently. "My dear Sarah," she whispered, "do not do that." I looked beseechingly at the young Prefect, but he did not understand.
Baron Larrey was quite sure that he had done it himself with his own gun, but I could not believe that. I noticed, though, that, in spite of our nursing and care, the wound did not heal. I bound it up in a different way, and the following day I saw that the bandage had been altered. I mentioned this to Madame Lambquin, who was sitting up that night with Madame Guerard.
Madame Guerard said that this career had its advantages. Mlle. de Brabender considered that the convent would have a great fascination for so dreamy a nature as mine. The latter was very religious and a great church-goer, mon petit Dame was a pagan in the purest acceptation of that word, and yet the two women got on very well together, thanks to their affectionate devotion to me.
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