LONDON, July 15, 1894.
[DEAR MOTHER:]
Mr. Irving gave a supper last night to Mme. Bernhardt and
Mme. Rejane. There were about twenty people, and we ate in
the Beefsteak Room of the Lyceum Theater, which is so called
after the old Beefsteak Club which formerly met there. I had
a most
delightful time, and talked to all the French women and to
Miss Terry, who sent her love to Dad. She said, "I did not
see him this last visit; that is, I saw him but I did not
see him." Her daughter is a very sweet girl, and the picture
Miss Terry made on her knees looking up at Bernhardt and
Rejane when they chattered in French was wonderful. Neither
she nor Irving could speak a word of French, and whenever any
one else tried, the crowd all stood in a circle and applauded
and guyed them. After it was over, at about three in the
morning, Miss Terry offered me a lift home in her open
carriage, so she and her daughter and I rode through the empty
streets in the gray light for miles and miles, as, of course,
I did not get out of such company any sooner than I had to do.
They had taken Irving's robe of cardinal red and made it into
cloaks, and they looked very odd and eerie with their yellow
hair and red capes, and talking as fast as they could.
DICK.
