I have seen this venerable man of letters several times,--once in his own house. ... We were first shown into an anteroom, and presently into a small drawingroom. The venerable viscount kissed my hand... with the courtesy belonging to other times. He was of middle height, reasonably stout. His eyes were dark and expressive, and his hair and beard were snowwhite. Several guests were present.... Victor Hugo seated himself alone upon a sofa, and talked to no one. While the rest of the company kept up a desultory conversation, a servant announced M. Louis Blanc, and our expectations were raised only to be immediately lowered, for at this announcement Victor Hugo arose and withdrew into another room, from which we were able to hear the two voices in earnest conversation....“November 27. Packing to leave Paris to-night for Turin. The blanks left in my diary do not mark idle days. I have been exceedingly busy, . . . have written at least five newspaper letters, and some other correspondence. Grieved this morning over the time wasted at shop windows, in desiring foolish articles which I could not afford to buy, especially diamonds, which I do not need for my way of life. Yet I have had ”
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An essay on Paris, written soon after, recalls further memories.
She visited the French Parliament, and was surprised at the noise and excitement which prevailed.
“The presiding officer agitates his bell again and again, to no purpose.
He constantly cries, in piteous tone: ‘Gentlemen, a little silence, if you please.’
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She tells how “one of the ushers with great pride pointed out Victor Hugo in his seat,” and says further:
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