At the distance lay Paris, only to be known by its innumerable lights.

And then I said to myself, "No, I cannot be an actress; I cannot resign my real self for that vamped-up hypocrite before the lamps.

Out on those stage-robes and painted cheeks! Out on that simulated utterance of sentiments learned by rote and practised before the looking-glass till every gesture has its drill!" Then I gazed on those stars which provoke our questionings, and return no answer, till my heart grew full,--so full,--and I bowed my head and wept like a child.
FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME.
And still no letter from you! I see in the journals that you have left Nice.

Is it that you are too absorbed in your work to have leisure to write to me?
I know you are not ill, for if you were, all Paris would know of it.

All Europe has an interest in your health.