You would have said that they were running after some fleeing, elusive thing, like happiness, for example, or the love of some one who loves you not.
"What was it that she did for you ?" her mother would naturally have asked her; but at that moment she was only slightly interested in what her daughter said.

She was thinking exclusively of her great man.
"No! do you think so, my dear?
Just suppose your father should have a theatre of his own and act again as in former days.

You don't remember; you were too small then.

But he had tremendous success, no end of recalls.

One night, at Alencon, the subscribers to the theatre gave him a gold wreath.