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"If your father will give his permission, Mademoiselle, you can certainly see it; for I have come to ask you to take part therein." "What do you mean?" asked M. Darbois curiously. "Our 'Dona Sol' is sick, very sick, and her understudy is not equal to such an occasion. The last examination you passed in Hernani delighted us with your manner of interpreting the role.
Little cousin, you have brought me luck, so if my uncle will permit me I am going to teach you to ride a horse." "My goodness!" said Madame Darbois, "still more anxiety for us!" But Esperance clasped her hands with delight. The first riding lessons were a source of new joy for Esperance. Maurice was an excellent rider, and his passion for horses had made him expert in handling them.
When the official had read Esperance's birth certificate, he exclaimed, "What! Mademoiselle is the daughter of the famous professor of philosophy?" The two women looked at each other with amazement. "Why, ladies," went on the official, radiantly, "my son is taking courses with M. Darbois at the Sorbonne.
The professor of philosophy looked at his daughter, realizing that every word he had spoken in her hearing, all the seed that he had cast to the wind, had taken root in her young mind. "But," inquired Madame Darbois, "where did you see M. Perliez?" The professor began to smile. "Outside the Conservatoire.
The young attache arose and with more humour than they expected from him, took the platter and bowed with it towards Mme. Darbois. The conversation raced merrily along, and they were soon disputing about sports. The Count learned that Esperance rode on horseback. He was delighted, and inquired if he would be able to procure a mount.
"How nice it is to have such an agreeable papa! You have plenty of cause to be severe, for I give you endless trouble." "So you are to make your debut at the Comedie-Francaise?" "My God!" said the young girl, starting up, "that might cost you your election!" Francois Darbois began to laugh, for his joy returned to him when his daughter's memory came back to her. "Leave my election alone.
Darbois needed a little rest, and presented her compliments to the audience and excused herself from replying to the encoring. This was a real disappointment. There had been such enthusiasm for the two fiances, an enthusiasm well-earned by the inspired execution of "Orpheus," that the attitude of this elite audience was a little indifferent to the artists who concluded the concert.
Maurice Renaud, Jean Perliez and Genevieve Hardouin were invited by the Darbois to spend their vacation at the farm of Penhouet. Their arrival at the Gare d'Orsay was a complete surprise to Esperance, who threw herself on her father's neck, sobbing with pleasure. He chided her gently, "Daughter, are you going to break your word to the Doctor?"
"It seems to me," said Madame Darbois, timidly, "that this is rather premature. Do you feel able to play so soon in a real theatre, before so many people?" "I feel ready for anything," said the radiant girl quickly, in a clear voice. Sardou raised his head and looked at her.
Adhemar wished to take the floor and cleared his throat in preparation, but Francois Darbois, evidently a little nonplused, muttered, "And then after that what are you coming to?" "To what you answered, papa." Her father looked at her a little anxiously, but she met his glance calmly and continued: "You said to my godfather, 'My dear Meydieux, you are absolutely mistaken.
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