. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. A man had just come on deck, and I rushedtoward him with outstretched hands unable to utter a singleword. He gave me a packet of telegrams. I did not see any-one present, and I heard no sound. I wanted to know some-thing. And among all the telegrams I was searching first forone, just one name. At last I had it, the telegram I hadwaited for, feared and hoped to receive. Here it was at closed my eyes for a second, and during that time I saw allthat was dear to me and felt the infinite sw
. Memories of my life : being my personal, professional, and social recollections as woman and artist. A man had just come on deck, and I rushedtoward him with outstretched hands unable to utter a singleword. He gave me a packet of telegrams. I did not see any-one present, and I heard no sound. I wanted to know some-thing. And among all the telegrams I was searching first forone, just one name. At last I had it, the telegram I hadwaited for, feared and hoped to receive. Here it was at closed my eyes for a second, and during that time I saw allthat was dear to me and felt the infinite sweetness of it all,When I opened my eyes again I was slightly embarrassed for Iwas surrounded by a crowd of unknown people, all of themsilent and indulgent, but evidently very curious. Wishing togo aw-ay I took ]\Ir. Jarretts arm and went to the salon. Assoon as I entered, the first notes of the * ]\Iarseillaise rang out,and our consul spoke a few words of welcome and handed mesome flowers. A group representing the French colony pre-sented me with a friendly address. Then M. Mercier, the editor 378. SARAH BERNHARDT IN TRAVELLING COSTUME, 1880. MY ARRIVAL IN AMERICA of the Courrier des Etats-Vnis, made a speech, as witty as itwas kindly. It was a thoroughly French speech. Then camethe terrible moment of introductions. Oh, what a tiring timethat was! My mind was kept at a tension to catch the Pemb . . ]\Iadame Harth . , with the h aspirated. AVithgreat difficulty I grasped the first syllable, and the second fin-ished in a confusion of muffled vowels and hissing the time the twentieth name was pronounced I had given uplistening, I simply kept on with my little risorius de Santorini,half closed my eyes, held out mechanically the arm, at the endof which was the hand that had to shake and be shaken, I re-plied all the time: Conibien je suis charmee, madame. . O/i,certainement! . . Oh, oui! . . Oh, non! . . Ah! . . OJi!Oh! . . 1 Avas getting dazed, idiotic—wor
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