most unmistakably would be much at a loss if they
were called upon to detect George Sand’s extraordinary
depth of feeling [Innigkeit] in her voice. The
latter is dull and faded, without sonority, but soft
and agreeable. The naturalness of her speaking
lends it some charm. Of vocal talent she exhibits
not a trace! George Sand sings at best with
the bravura of a beautiful grisette who has not
yet breakfasted or happens not to be in good voice.
The organ of George Sand has as little brilliancy
as what she says. She has nothing whatever
of the sparkling esprit of her countrywomen, but
also nothing of their talkativeness. The cause
of this taciturnity, however, is neither modesty nor
sympathetic absorption in the discourse of another.
She is taciturn rather from haughtiness, because
she does not think you worth squandering her cleverness
[Geist] upon, or even from selfishness, because
she endeavours to absorb the best of your discourse
in order to work it up afterwards in her works.
That out of avarice George Sand knows how never to
give anything and always to take something in conversation,
is a trait to which Alfred de Musset drew my attention.
“This gives her a great advantage over us,”
said Musset, who, as he had for many years occupied
the post of cavaliere servente to the lady, had
had the best opportunity to learn to know her thoroughly.
George Sand never says anything witty; she is indeed
one of the most unwitty Frenchwomen I know.
While admiring the clever drawing and the life-like
appearance of the portrait, we must, however, not
overlook the exaggerations and inaccuracies.
The reader cannot have failed to detect the limner
tripping with regard to Musset, who occupied not many
years but less than a year the post of cavaliere servente.
But who would expect religious adherence to fact from
Heine, who at all times distinguishes himself rather
by wit than conscientiousness? What he says of
George Sand’s taciturnity in company and want
of wit, however, must be true; for she herself tells
us of these negative qualities in the Histoire de ma
Vie.
The musical accomplishments of Chopin’s beloved
one have, of course, a peculiar interest for us.
Liszt, who knew her so well, informed me that she
was not musical, but possessed taste and judgment.
By “not musical” he meant no doubt that
she was not in the habit of exhibiting her practical
musical acquirements, or did not possess these latter
to any appreciable extent. She herself seems
to me to make too much of her musical talents, studies,
and knowledge. Indeed, her writings show that,
whatever her talents may have been, her taste was
vague and her knowledge very limited.