The Second Class Passenger - Fifteen Stories by Perceval Gibbon
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Monsieur Vaucher."
The little man shrugged. "It is as Madame pleases," he said. "However, here we are at the station; I will go to make all ready." Truda had a wide experience of strange towns, and preserved yet some interest in making their acquaintance. At that early hour the streets were sparsely peopled; the city was still at its toilet. A swift carriage, manned by a bulky coachman of that spacious degree of fatness which is fashionable in Russia, bore her to her hotel along wide monotonous ways, flanked with dull buildings. It was all very prosaic, very void of character; it did not at all engage her thoughts, and it was in weariness that she gained her rooms and disposed herself for a day of rest before the evening's task. Another woman might have gathered depression and the weakness of melancholy from this dullness of arrival, following on the dullness of travel; but a great actress is made on other lines. A large audience was gathered in the theatre that night to make acquaintance with her, for her coming was an event of high importance. Only one box was empty--that of the Governor of the city, a Russian Prince whom Truda had met before; it was understood that he was away, and could not return till the following day. But for the rest the house was full; its expectancy made itself felt like an atmosphere till the curtain went up and the play began to shape itself. Audiences, like other assemblies of people, have their racial characteristics; it was the task of Truda to get the range, as it were--to find the measure of their understanding; and before the first act was over she had their sympathy. The rest was but the |
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