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highest skill. The arrangement of incidents is so artistic that it seems inevitable; and no one is ever moved to wonder whether or not the tale might have been better told in different fashion.
Nephew of the composer of "La Juive"--an opera not now heard as often as it deserves, perhaps--and son of a playwright no one of whose productions now survives, M. Hal��vy grew up in the theatre. At fourteen he was on the free-list of the Op��ra, the Op��ra-Comique, and the Od��on. After he left school and went into the civil service his one wish was to write plays, and so to be able to afford to resign his post. In the civil service he had an inside view of French politics, which gave him a distaste for the mere game of government without in any way impairing the vigor of his patriotism; as is proved by certain of the short stones dealing with the war of 1870 and the revolt of the Paris Communists. And while he did his work faithfully, he had spare hours to give to literature. He wrote plays and stories, and they were rejected. The manager of the Od��on declared that one early play of M. Hal��vy's was exactly suited to the Gymnase, and the manager of the Gymnase protested that it was exactly suited to the Od��on. The editor of a daily journal said that one early tale of M. Hal��vy's was too brief for a novel, and the editor of a weekly paper said that it was too long for a short story.
In time, of course, his luck turned; he had plays performed and stories published; and at last he met M. Henri Meilhac, and entered on that collaboration of nearly twenty years' duration to which we owe "Froufrou" and "Tricoche et Cacolet," on the one hand, and on the other the books of Offenbach's most brilliant operas--"Barbebleue," for example, and "La P��richole." When this collaboration terminated, shortly before M. Hal��vy wrote _The Abb�� Constantin_, he gave up writing for the stage. The training of the playwright he could not give up, if he would, nor the intimacy with the manners and customs of the people who live, move, and have their being on the far side of the curtain.
Obviously M. Hal��vy is fond of the actors and the actresses with whom he spent the years of his manhood. They appear again and again in his tales; and in his treatment of them there is never anything ungentlemanly as there was in M. Jean Richepin's recent volume of theatrical sketches. M. Hal��vy's liking for the men and women of the stage is deep; and wide is his knowledge of their changing moods. The young Criquette and the old Karikari and the aged Dancing-master--he knows them all thoroughly, and he likes them heartily, and he sympathizes with them cordially. Indeed, nowhere can one find more kindly portraits of the kindly player-folk than in the writings of this half-author of "Froufrou"; it is as though the successful dramatist felt ever grateful towards the partners of his toil, the companions of his struggles. He is not blind to their manifold weaknesses, nor is he the dupe of their easy emotionalism, but he is tolerant of their failings, and towards them, at least, his irony is never mordant.
Irony is one of M. Hal��vy's chief characteristics, perhaps the chiefest. It is gentle when he deals with the people of the stage--far gentler then than when he is dealing with the people of Society, with fashionable folk, with the aristocracy of wealth. When he is telling us of the young loves of millionaires and of million-heiresses, his touch may seem caressing, but for all its softness the velvet paw has claws none the less. It is amusing to note how often M. Hal��vy has chosen to tell the tale of love among the very rich. The heroine of _The Abb�� Constantin_ is immensely wealthy, as we all know, and immensely wealthy are the heroines of Princesse, of _A Grand Marriage,_ and of In the Express.[A] Sometimes the heroes and the heroines are not only immensely wealthy, they are also of the loftiest birth; such, for instance, are the young couple whose acquaintance we make in the pages of Only a Waltz.
[Footnote A: Perhaps the present writer will be forgiven if he wishes to record here that _In the Express (Par le Rapide)_ was published in Paris only towards the end of 1892, while a tale not wholly unlike it, In the Vestibule Limited, was published in New York in the spring of 1891.]
There is no trace or taint of snobbery in M. Hal��vy's treatment of all this magnificence; there is none of the vulgarity which marks the pages of Lothair, for example; there is no mean admiration of