I thought I could trace in many places the influence of her constant dramatic talks and exercises with Paul.

The flow of passion was continuous and electric, but marked by all the simpleness, all the sweetness, all the young winsome extravagance which belong to Juliet.

The great scene with the Nurse had many fine things in it; she has evidently worked hard at it line by line, and that speech of Juliet's, with its extraordinary dramatic capabilities-- "Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband ?"-- was given with admirable variety and suppleness of intonation.

The dreary sweetness of her "_Banished!_ that one word _banished!_" still lives with me, and her gestures as she paced restlessly along the little strip of moonlit path.

The speech before she takes the potion was the least satisfactory of all; the ghastliness and horror of it are beyond her resources as yet; she could not infuse them with that terrible beauty which Desforets would have given to every line.