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Updated: May 31, 2025
The farmer arranged to have the Commandant's horse here for this morning, but he comes accompanied by many warnings and I want to try him out when you are not here; if M. Perliez will be my guide to Port-Herlin to-day I shall be glad. To-morrow I hope you will offer me the same chance again...?" Esperance smiled delightfully. "Suppose we have lunch there," said Maurice.
Genevieve clutched at her when a wave pitched the boat too far over. The others, well muffled up, waited in silence. Jean Perliez sighted the shore continually with his glasses, wishing it ever nearer so that his impatient idol might soon be safe on shore again. In due course the port of Palais came in view.
And Esperance, followed by Genevieve and Jean Perliez disappeared together. As soon as she was sure she was out of ear-shot Esperance threw her arms about her cousin's neck. "You were simply wonderful." "Yes," joined in Maurice, "the enemy has fallen into the ambush, as Baron van Berger would say. I will be back as soon as possible, but I must take time to rout our amiable Duke.
"That is indeed remarkable," murmured Jean Perliez, as he looked at the young girl. Then bending towards Madame Darbois, "May I be permitted, Madame, to ask your daughter to give me the cues of 'Junia' in Britannicus? The young lady who was to have played it is ill." Madame Darbois hesitated to reply and looked towards Esperance.
Here in itself was a miniature triumph, repressed by the dignity assumed by all the judges, but which Esperance appreciated none the less. She bowed with the sensitive grace characteristic of her. Genevieve Hardouin and Jean Perliez congratulated her with hearty pressures of the hand. As she was leaving Sardou stopped her in the vestibule.
When Jean Perliez and Esperance entered the auditorium there was a flattering stir, as much in pleasure at seeing the young girl again, as in welcome to the future actor. "Scene from Britannicus, M. Jean Perliez, 'Nero'; Mlle. Esperance Darbois, 'Junia," proclaimed the usher. The scene was so very well enacted that a "Bravo" broke from the learned group around the table.
Once more in the air and she began to feel better. She breathed the little flask of ether that the Doctor held under her nose. "This poor heart is always making scenes. Ah! dear Count, you will have to set that in order." The Duke had moved away. Annoyed by the insistence of the public, he told Jean Perliez to announce that Mlle.
And, indeed, the rehearsal passed off without a slip, and the little cast separated after exchanging the most enthusiastic expressions of pleasure. A comrade asked Perliez, "Is she any good, that pretty little blonde?" "Very good," Perliez replied curtly. Everything went well for Esperance.
She threw her hat quickly on a chair and ran from vase to basket, from basket to vase. The first card she drew out said Jean Perliez. She looked for him to thank him, but he had slipped away to hide his confusion. For he had taken such pains to order that bouquet through the hotel manager, never foreseeing that others might have had the same idea!
Maurice Renaud entered immediately, followed by Jean Perliez. "Well, my boy," said Francois Darbois to his nephew, "you are quite a stranger; it must be a month since we saw you last. You are most welcome." He shook hands cordially with both young men. He was struck by Jean's sad expression and hollow cheeks. "You are not looking like yourself, my friend."
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