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Updated: June 15, 2025
'What impressed me was that scene at Venice, where Gilberte and De Valréas read over the list of plays in the Paris newspapers, and realise what they have thrown away, and for how little. It seemed to me the saddest scene I had ever witnessed. 'Yes, interposed Clarice quickly. 'But because Paris and its theatres meant so much to them.
I had just arrived from Baden-Baden, and my intention was to spend only twenty-four hours in Paris. I had invited four or five of my friends Callières, Bernheim, Frondeville, and Valreas to my place in Poitou for the shooting season. They were to come in the first part of October, and it needed a week to put all in order at Roche-Targé.
De Valréas would have killed the husband. She spoke with an intense conviction of the truth of what she said. 'But, my dear child! replied Drake. 'You oh, you don't really believe that. 'I do, she answered. 'You see, there are so few people who really care for one another. If you find two who do, I am sure they would conquer, whatever stood in the way.
I remember what you said, that everything in the play seemed so true just to those characters, Gilberte and De Valréas. She glanced at him as she uttered the last name. Drake understood that she was drawing a distinction between him and the fashionable lounger of the play. 'Besides, she went on, dropping her voice, 'Gilberte left a child behind her. Her unhappiness turned on that.
'In a way, no doubt, but the loss of friends, station, home, counts for something for enough to destroy her liking for De Valréas at all events. 'For De Valréas! insisted Clarice. 'He was not worth the sacrifice. She paused for a moment, and then continued diffidently. 'There's something else; I hardly like to tell you it. You wouldn't notice it from seeing the play.
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