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THE CONFESSION OF A FOOL 153
"Why have I no right to say anything against him?
Is his person sacred?
"
One might ahnost liave thought so, for whenever I
attacked him she took his part.
Was it the freemasonry of caste which prompted her to
stand up for him ? Or were there secrets in her Hfe which
made her fear his enmity ? I could not solve tlie riddle,
nor discover the reason of her loyalty to him, which no
disloyalty on his part could shake.
The sun set at last, and we parted. I slept the sleep
of the famished ; I dreamed that I was making desperate
efforts to wing my way heavenwards, with a millstone
round my neck.
Misfortune dogged our footsteps. We approached
one of the theatrical managers with the request to give
us a date for her first appearance. He replied that he
could not, in his official position, have anything to do with
a runaway wife.
We left no stone unturned, but all our efforts were
doomed to failure. A year hence her resources would be
exhausted, and she would be thrown on the street. It
was my business, the l)usiness of the poor Bohemian, to
save her from that fate.
To avoid every possibility of a misunderstanding, she
called on an old friend of hers, a former tragedienne,
whom up to quite recently she had constantly met in
society, and who had cringed like a dog before the
"golden-haired Baroness," her "little fairy."
The great actress, a notoriously unfaithful wife, grown
grey in vice at the side of her husband, I’eceived the
honest sinner with insults and closed her door to her.
We had tried everything !
There remained nothing but revenge.
"Very well," I said to her, "why not try writing?
Write a play, get it produced at this very theatre ? Why
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