Anything more pathetic, more noble than her intonation of those words, could not have been imagined.

Desforets herself could not have spoken them with a more simple, a more piercing tenderness.

I was so confused by a multitude of conflicting feelings--my own impressions and yours, the realities of the present position and the possibilities of her future--that I forgot to applaud her.

It was the first time I had had any glimpse at all of her dramatic power, and, rough and imperfect as the test was, it seemed to me enough.

I have not been so devoted to the _Francais_, and to some of the people connected with it, for ten years, for nothing! One gets a kind of insight from long habit which, I think, one may trust.