United States or Wallis and Futuna ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She invited Cope, and took along Hortense, and found in the city itself a married pair who could get to the place and home again without her help. Lemoyne would have made six, and the third man; but he was not bidden. Why pack the box? A better effect was made by presenting, negligently, one empty seat. Lemoyne dressed Cope, however.
Cope felt sure he could clear things for Saturday, and expressed pleasure at the general prospect. He happened to be writing to Lemoyne that evening and passed along his pleasure at the prospect to his friend.
Lemoyne fluttered about to little effect for a few weeks, while Cope was finishing up his thesis. Beyond an accustomed and desired companionship, Lemoyne contributed nothing was a drag, in truth.
Of course the right sort of fellow, even if he had to sing his solo in the lightest of light tenors, would still, on lapsing into dialogue, reinstate himself apologetically by using as rough and gruff a voice as he could summon. Not so Lemoyne: he was doing a consistent piece of "characterization," and he was feminine, even overfeminine, throughout.
"Why, I worked a trick on him, an' he stiffened out an' his eyes got set, an' he was the sickenest lookin' human I ever met up with," sez I. "That's it!" sez Bill, "an' you say he knew about Alice LeMoyne?" "That's what give him the fit," sez I. "I bet it's Richard," sez Bill. "This will make a story for me, an' you can work things for the reward. Where is he?"
Among the chefs d'oeuvres of art which perished in the flames were the fine works of Mignard above all, the magnificent Galerie d'Apollon the paintings of LeMoyne, Nacret, Leloir, the marines of Joseph Vernet and innumerable objects of art which had been gathered together for the embellishment of Saint Cloud by the later monarchs.
He hoped nobody would say again that he was looking rather thin and pale. "And what is Mr. Lemoyne doing this evening?" presently asked Mrs. Phillips in a dreamy undertone. Her manner was casual and negligent; her voice was low and leisurely. She seemed to place Lemoyne at a distance of many, many leagues. "Rehearsing, I suppose?" "Yes," replied Cope. "This new play has absorbed him completely."
The two talked till past eleven; and even much later, when light sleepers in other parts of the house were awake for a few minutes, muffled sounds from the same two voices reached their ears. But Cope's words, many as they were, told Lemoyne nothing that he did not know, little that he had not divined.
Cope himself was eking out his small salary with a small allowance from home; next year, with the thesis accomplished, better pay in some better place. A present partner and pal ought to be a prop rather than a drag: however welcome his company, he must bear his share. "Look about a bit for quarters," Lemoyne went on, drawing toward his conclusion.
She was glad to have no need to do so; Lemoyne was deeply engrossed otherwise "Annabella" and her "antics" were almost ready for the public eye. The first of May would see the performance, and the numerous rehearsals were exacting, whether as regarded the effort demanded or the time. Every spare hour was going into them, as well as many an hour that could hardly be spared.
Word Of The Day