Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin

Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin

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Portrait of Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Memoirs of Robert-Houdin, ambassador…

But, soon reassured by the past, I waited with greater calmness the signal for the curtain to draw up. I then walked on the stage: I was near the foot-lights, before my judges—but no, I err—before my kind spectators, whose applause I was in hopes to gain.
Do you now understand, reader, all the reminiscences this hour evokes in me, and the solemn feeling that continually occurs to me when the clock strikes?
These emotions and souvenirs are not at all painful to me: on the contrary, I summon them up with pleasure. At times I even mentally transport myself to my stage, in order to prolong them.
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Portrait of Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Memoirs of Robert-Houdin, ambassador…

I was enchanted, it is true, by this amiable act of politeness, which augmented the number of my scanty spectators; for I performed, at least, before a well-filled room, and I had no longer the annoyance of seeing those unlucky benches empty—a sight which usually paralyzes the most philosophic performers.
This illusion was, in truth, very ephemeral, for each evening, after the performance, my cashier assumed a very gloomy face on approaching me.
What disenchantment! What bitter reprisals on the part of the blind goddess who, for some time, had granted me such sweet favors!
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Portrait of Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Jean-Eugène Robert-Houdin Memoirs of Robert-Houdin, ambassador…

This evening, from the moment of the curtain rising, your searching eye, your agitated face and half-parted lips, denoted the state of excitement you were in. You looked like a gourmet just sitting down to a well-covered board, or a miser gloating over his treasure. Do you think that with these signs I need be a sorcerer to discover the sway conjuring exercises over your mind?”
I was about to reply, when Torrini drew out his watch, and said to me, “Come, young gentleman, it is growing late; it is high time for a convalescent to seek his rest.
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