I was at the Place Vendome the next morning at nine o'clock. Gallet was there already.
Halanzier lived in a beautiful apartment on the third floor of the superb mansion which formed one of the corners of the Place Vendome.
I began the reading at once. Halanzier stopped me so little that I went right through the whole of the five acts. My voice was gone ... and my hands were useless from fatigue.
As I put my manuscript back into my old leather portfolio and Gallet and I prepared to go:
"Well! So you leave me no copy?"
I looked at Gallet in stupefaction.
"Then you intend to perform the work?"
"The future will tell."
I was scarcely reinstalled in our apartment in the Rue du General Foy on my return to Paris in October, than the morning's mail brought me the following bulletin from the Opéra:
Le Roi
2 heures——Foyer