|C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the Worlds Best Literature.|
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
|By Louis Veuillot (18131883)|
From Les Odeurs de Paris
|AN ACTRESS had lost her mother, whom she adored. She received from the theatre an order to attend a rehearsal. She wrote a touching letter, requesting a few days to give to her grief. The director, furious, fined her.|| 1|
| Doesnt she mean to play, he said, while her mother is dead?|| 2|
| This is what is called a bon-mot. The journal which cites one is called upon to invent it. There are people whose business it is to make bons-mots. They are paid as much as three or four sous a line, and they make some which are not bad. But this directors bon-mot was not invented, I think, but fell from the true lips of nature.|| 3|