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ZURICH, December 27th, 1850 I have to reply to "M. Charles Hanssens jeune, chef d'orchestre et directeur du Theatre Royal a Bruxelles." I have just received your letter addressed Weymar, and hasten to place my humble services gladly at your disposal as regards the score of "Lohengrin" and the correspondence with Herr von Luttichau.
Tonight is one of my nights, never really perfect unless some minutes of it move to the music of your voice." She laughed softly. "Yes, monsieur, I will sing," she answered, "but not the Jewel Song tonight. Send the chef d'orchestre to me." At the merest signal he was there with his violin under his arm. Mademoiselle whispered a word in his ear and he departed, all smiles.
Only last night one arose, right in the front rank the fauteuils d'orchestre, I do not know how you call them in English. 'Let me out of zis, he scream, 'me for the war! Me for the trenches! Was it not magnifique what you call splendide, hein? "And then ze gouvermen' come and tell me I must pay zem ten thousan' dollars, when I make only seexty thousan' dollars at ze opera!
This was the more singular as her mother had been a great singer, and her father, while he had never risen above the desk of chef d'orchestre in a local playhouse, was no mean musician.
We have relations there and I have friends there musicians. The chef d'orchestre at the Opera House he was one of my teachers in Paris. Before next year, I was to have written a concerto on some of our Polish songs there are scores of them that Liszt and Chopin never discovered. Not only love-songs, mind you! songs of revolution battle-songs."
Chopin called the left hand the chef d'orchestre and a very good appellation this is. Take, for instance, his B flat minor Prelude. In the latter part of this wonderful composition the regular rhythmic repetition in octaves in the bass makes a rhythmic foundation which the most erratic and nervous right hand cannot shake. "Rhythm is the basis of everything.
The chef d'orchestre was at his elbow, Albert hovered in the background. Kendricks leaned over and whispered in his friend's ear. "Julien, who is our friend?" "A manufacturer of toys from Leipzig," Julien answered grimly. "The toys that giants play with!" Kendricks muttered. "I have never forgotten a face in my life." "Then forget this one for a moment," Julien advised him quickly.
On Rode's departure for Russia, Kreutzer succeeded him as solo violin at the Opéra, later becoming Chef d'Orchestre, and after fourteen years' service in this capacity he was decorated with the insignia of the Legion of Honour, and became General Director of the Music at the Opéra. In 1826 he resigned his post and retired to Geneva, where he died in 1831.
The room rose up to applaud. The chef d'orchestre went back to his place, bowing right and left. Herr Freudenberg raised the fingers that lay between his hand to his lips. "Ah, mademoiselle," he murmured, "I have no longer words!" Albert came back. Scarcely more than a look passed between him and Herr Freudenberg. Then the latter rose to his feet. "Come," he said, "a little surprise for you.
I cannot tell of her eyes, her height, her mouth; I saw her through those clouds of the dust of gold she was all glamour and light. It was to be seen that everyone fell in love with her at once; that the chef d'orchestre came and played to her; and the waiters you should have observed them! made silly, tender faces through the great groves of flowers with which Poor Jr. had covered the table.
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