The Idol of Paris

Sarah Bernhardt

The Idol of Paris, by Sarah Bernhardt

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Title: The Idol of Paris
Author: Sarah Bernhardt
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THE IDOL OF PARIS

by SARAH BERNHARDT
1921 (English Edition)

CONTENTS
PART ONE: PARIS
PART TWO: BRUSSELS
PART THREE: THE COUNTRY
PART FOUR: THE CH?TEAU


PART I. PARIS

CHAPTER I
In the dining-room of a fine house on the Boulevard Raspail all the Darbois family were gathered together about the round table, on which a white oil cloth bordered with gold-medallioned portraits of the line of French kings served as table cover at family meals.
The Darbois family consisted of Fran?ois Darbois, professor of philosophy, a scholar of eminence and distinction; of Madame Darbois, his wife, a charming gentle little creature, without any pretentions; of Philippe Renaud, brother of Madame Darbois, an honest and able business man; of his son, Maurice Renaud, twenty-two and a painter, a fine youth filled with confidence because of the success he had just achieved at the last Salon; of a distant cousin, the family counsellor, a tyrannical landlord and self-centered bachelor, Adhemar Meydieux, and the child of whom he was godfather, and around whom all this particular little world revolved.
Esperance Darbois, the only daughter of the philosopher, was fifteen years old. She was long and slim without being angular. The flower head that crowned this slender stem was exquisitely fair, with the fairness of a little child, soft pale-gold, fair. Her face had, indeed, no strictly sculptural beauty; her long flax-coloured eyes were not large, her nose had no special character; only her sensitive and clear-cut nostrils gave the pretty face its suggestion of ancient lineage. Her mouth was a little large, and her full red lips opened on singularly white teeth as even as almonds; while a low Grecian forehead and a neck graceful in every curve gave Esperance a total effect of aristocratic distinction that was beyond dispute. Her low vibrant voice produced an impression that was almost physical on those who heard it. Quite without intention, she introduced into every word she spoke several inflections which made her manner of pronounciation peculiarly her own.
Esperance was kneeling on a chair, leaning upon her arms on the table. Her blue dress, cut like a blouse, was held in at the waist by a narrow girdle knotted loosely. Although the child was arguing vigorously, with intense animation, there was such grace in her gestures, such charming vibrations in her voice, that it was impossible to resent her combative attitude.
"Papa, my dear papa," she was asserting to Fran?ois Darbois, "You are saying to-day just the opposite of what you were saying the other day to mother at dinner."
Her father raised his head. Her mother, on the contrary, dropped hers a little. "Pray Heaven," she was saying to herself, "that Fran?ois does not get angry with her!"
The godfather moved his chair forward; Philippe Renaud laughed; Maurice looked at his cousin with amazement.
"What are you saying?" asked Fran?ois Darbois.
Esperance gazed at him tenderly. "You remember my godfather was dining with us and there had been a lot of talk; my godfather was against allowing any liberty to women, and he maintained that children have no right to choose their own careers, but must, without reasoning, give way to their parents, who alone are to decide their fates."
Adhemar wished to take the floor and cleared his throat in preparation, but Fran?ois 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. It is the right and the duty
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