for it is with great reason that people complain of the noise made in Italy while the artists are singing, and ridicule the silence which prevails through the house as soon as the dancers make their appearance on the stage.  One would imagine that all the intelligence of the Italians is in their eyes.  At the same time I must observe that there is not one country in the world in which extravagance and whimsicalness cannot be found, because the foreigner can make comparisons with what he has seen elsewhere, whilst the natives are not conscious of their errors.  Altogether the opera pleased me, but the French comedy captivated me.  There the French are truly in their element; they perform splendidly, in a masterly manner, and other nations cannot refuse them the palm which good taste and justice must award to their superiority.  I was in the habit of going there every day, and although sometimes the audience was not composed of two hundred persons, the actors were perfect.  I have seen ‘Le Misanthrope’, ‘L’Avare’, ‘Tartufe’, ‘Le Joueur’, ‘Le Glorieux’, and many other comedies; and, no matter how often I saw them.  I always fancied it was the first time.  I arrived in Paris to admire Sarrazin, La Dangeville, La Dumesnil, La Gaussin, La Clairon, Preville, and several actresses who, having retired from the stage, were living upon their pension, and delighting their circle of friends.  I made, amongst others, the acquaintance of the celebrated Le Vasseur.  I visited them all with pleasure, and they related to me several very curious anecdotes.  They were generally most kindly disposed in every way.

One evening, being in the box of Le Vasseur, the performance was composed of a tragedy in which a very handsome actress had the part of a dumb priestess.

“How pretty she is!” I said.

“Yes, charming,” answered Le Vasseur, “She is the daughter of the actor who plays the confidant.  She is very pleasant in company, and is an actress of good promise.”

“I should be very happy to make her acquaintance.”

“Oh! well; that is not difficult.  Her father and mother are very worthy people, and they will be delighted if you ask them to invite you to supper.  They will not disturb you; they will go to bed early, and will let you talk with their daughter as long as you please.  You are in France, sir; here we know the value of life, and try to make the best of it.  We love pleasure, and esteem ourselves fortunate when we can find the opportunity of enjoying life.”

“That is truly charming, madam; but how could I be so bold as to invite myself to supper with worthy persons whom I do not know, and who have not the slightest knowledge of me?”

“Oh, dear me!  What are you saying?  We know everybody.  You see how I treat you myself.  After the performance, I shall be happy to introduce you, and the acquaintance will be made at once.”

“I certainly must ask you to do me that honour, but another time.”