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Storri was saying that he had been commanded, through the Russian Embassy, to report to "His Czar"; he must be in St. Petersburg June fifteenth. The San Reve had begun to believe in the Czar as a close intimate of her Storri. "Yes, he has called me home, my San Reve," cried Storri. "There is much that he would know about these pig Americans, and who can tell him better than his Storri.

Bruneau handles the orchestra like an amateur, and his attempts at polyphony are merely ridiculous. Yet in spite of all this, the vocal portions of the work follow the inflections of the human voice so faithfully as to convey a feeling of sincerity. Ugly and monotonous as much of 'Le Rêve' is, the music is alive. In its strange language it speaks with the accent of truth.

"Perfectly, Monsieur le Marquis," I replied with a bland smile. It was a wild guess, but I don't think that I underestimated my new client's rank, for he did not wince. "You know Mlle. Mars?" he queried. "The actress?" I replied. "Perfectly." "She is playing in Le Rêve at the Theatre Royal just now." "She is."

It was four in the afternoon when the Zulu Queen came up the river, and under quarter speed crept in and anchored within one thousand feet of the mouth of Storri's drain. Perhaps, of all the folk in Washington, no more than three remarked the advent of the Zulu Queen; one of these was Storri, one the San Reve, and one Inspector Val.

"The glorious garden!" pursued Sophie, without remarking the emphasis with which Otto had replied. "Do you not remember, Mr. Thostrup, how Barthélemi has spoken of it? ' tout homme, qui rêve

It is, you know, a day of miracles, and even kings have their salaried seers, and take counsel of the spiritual world. More! let us have more!" The circle were amazed; the spirit of superstitious curiosity seized upon them. "Rêve de Noir," said the Duke, "a carafe, and less light." The candelabra became dim.

Where he differs from his master is in the result of his efforts; he has nothing of Wagner's feeling for melodic beauty, nothing of his mastery of orchestral resource, and very little of his musical skill. The melodies in 'Le Rêve' save for an old French chanson, which is the gem of the work are for the most part arid and inexpressive.

Bridle herself she did; but she watched and reflected and resolved the wrongful more. Now with the coming of the Zulu Queen, the one thing certain was that she, the despised San Reve, would be cast off, abandoned. Those love-lies of Storri were intended to blind her into foolish security; he did not wish the elopement designed by him and Miss Harley to encounter obstruction.

One of them was Paul Verlaine who had begun with a volume of verse, the Poemes Saturniens, a rather ineffectual book where imitations of Leconte de Lisle jostled with exercises in romantic rhetoric, but through which already filtered the real personality of the poet in such poems as the sonnet Reve Familier.

He found that lady of the gray-green eyes sitting sullen and silent, wrapped in resentful anger like a witch's cloak. One thing in his favor; the San Reve had not heard of his return, and supposed him just back from New York. Storri did his best to be on cheerful terms with the San Reve; he said his business was now accomplished and he would see her every day.