My artistic journey had lasted seven months. I had visited fifty cities, and given 156 performances, as follows:
| La Dame aux Camélias | 65 | performances |
| Adrienne Lecouvreur | 17 | „ |
| Froufrou | 41 | „ |
| La Princesse Georges | 3 | „ |
| Hernani | 14 | „ |
| L’Etrangère | 3 | „ |
| Phèdre | 6 | „ |
| Le Sphinx | 7 | „ |
| Total receipts | 2,667,600 | francs |
| Average receipts | 17,100 | „ |
BUST OF VICTORIEN SARDOU
BY SARAH BERNHARDT
I conclude the first volume of my souvenirs here, for this is really the first halting-place of my life, the real starting-point of my physical and moral being.
I had run away from the Comédie Française, from Paris, from France, from my family, and from my friends.
I had thought of having a wild ride across mountains, seas, and space, and I came back in love with the vast horizon, but calmed down by the feeling of responsibility which for seven months had been weighing on my shoulders.
The terrible Jarrett, with his implacable and cruel wisdom, had tamed my wild nature by a constant appeal to my probity.
In those few months my mind had matured and the brusqueness of my will was softened.