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being entangled in coils of rope and all sorts of
paraphernalia of stage craft. Rightly or wrongly
I decided to remain where I was, ready for all
emergency. My unexpected disappearance in
the packing-case had been very sympathetically
received by the audience, but it was nothing
compared to the success when, with only my head
popping out from the packing-case, I began again
in a lugubrious voice my interrupted recital to
Hamlet. The applause became so frenetic that
I had to acknowledge them with a friendly waving
of my hand, I could not bow in the delicate
position I was. This made them completely wild
with delight, the applause never ceased till the
end. When the curtain fell over the last act I
appeared with the leading stars of the company
to bow to the audience. They kept on
shouting: “The Ghost! The Ghost!” so persistently
that I had to come forth alone several times to
receive their congratulations, with my hand on
my heart.
We were all delighted. My friend Malmborg
said he had never had a more successful evening.
We had a most animated midnight supper.
Ophelia was charming to me and Hamlet raised
his glass to my health offering me in the name of
all his comrades the leadership of the company.
I said I would have to think it over. They all
accompanied me to the station. Forty-eight
hours later I was back to my work in Paris not in
the least tired. Youth! Youth!
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