rminedly sought after.

And Candeille could be extremely amusing, and as Madelon in Moliere's
"Les Precieuses" was quite inimitable.

This, however, was in the olden days, just before Paris went quite mad,
before the Reign of Terror had set in, and ci-devant Louis the King had
been executed.

Candeille had taken it into her frolicsome little head that she would
like to go to London. The idea was of course in the nature of an
experiment. Those dull English people over the water knew so little
of what good acting really meant. Tragedy? Well! passons! Their heavy,
large-boned actresses might manage one or two big scenes where a
commanding presence and a powerful voice would not come amiss, and where
prominent teeth would pass unnoticed in the agony of a dramatic climax.

But Comedy!

Ah! ca non, par example! Demoiselle Candeille had seen several English
gentlemen and ladies in those same olden days at the Tuileries, but
she really could not imagine any of them enacting the piquant scenes of
Moliere or Beaumarchais.

Demoiselle Candeille thought of every English-born individual as having
very large teeth. Now large teeth do not lend themselves to well-spoken
comedy scenes, to smiles, or to double entendre.

Her own teeth were exceptionally small and white, and very sharp, like
those of a kitten.

Yes! Demoiselle Candeille thought it would be extremely interesting to
go to London and to show to a nation of shopkeepers how daintily one can
be amused in a theatre.

Permission to depart from Paris was easy to obtain. In fact the fair
lady had never really found it difficult to obtain anything she very
much wanted.

In this case she had plenty of friends in high places. Marat was still
alive and a great lover of the theatre. Tallien was a personal admirer
of hers, Deputy Dupont would do anything she asked.

She wanted to act in London, at a theatre called Drury Lane. She wanted
to play Moliere in England in French, and had already spoken with
several of her colleagues, who were ready to join her. They would give
public representations in aid of the starving population of France;
there were plenty of Socialistic clubs in London quite Jacobin and
Revolutionary in tendency: their members would give her full support.

She would be serving her country and her countrymen and incidentally see
something of the world, and amuse herself. She was bored in Paris.

Then she thought of Marguerite St. Just, once of the Maison M