from Egypt, full of the playful fun of her more brilliant years of health and happiness, dispels any doubt there may still have existed on the subject of her conversion:—
On the deck of the Clyde, returning from Damietta, one of my travelling companions was the bishop, in partibus, of Byblos, Mgr. Pellerin. He was introduced to me. I thanked him for having caused a mass to be said to St. John, the Patron Saint of Malta, as thanksgiving for my restoration to health; but, obedient to a hint I then gave him, he did not once allude to religion, conversion, or anything of the kind. Until we reached Marseilles, indeed, we principally talked of cookery. He was a prelate fond of eating. One day he asked me suddenly, alluding, no doubt, to my first appearance on the stage—if I had ever eaten any of the famous Gymnase "galette." "I never go there," I answered, "without filling my pockets." There was doubtless a certain amount of confession in this avowal, but it was the first and only time in my life I ever approached Catholicism.
