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Grahame's garden, the production of Jacques Sennier's opera they were all linked together closely at this moment in a tenacious mind; with the expression in Charmian's eyes at the end of the opera, Oxford Street by night as he walked home, the spectral bunch of white roses on his table, the furtive whisper of the letter of love to Charmian as it dropped in the box, the watchful policeman, the noise of his heavy steps, the dying of the moonlight on the leaded panes of the studio, the scent of the earth as the dawn near drew.
"That's the last thing we want, isn't it, Charmian?" He helped Susan to put on her fur. "There's another rehearsal to-night after the performance of Aïda. You see it's a race, and we mean to be in first. I wish you could have seen Madame Sennier's face when I told her we should produce on the twenty-eighth." He laughed. But neither Charmian nor Susan laughed with him.
Nothing more was said by Charmian or Claude about Mrs. Shiffney and the rehearsal. Mrs. Shiffney made no sign. The rehearsals of Jacques Sennier's new opera were being pressed forward almost furiously, and no doubt she had little free time. Claude wondered very much what she would do, debated the question with himself. Surely now she would not wish to come to his rehearsal!
"I don't know whether I quite understand what you mean." "She's on Sennier's side." It seemed to Susan Fleet that Charmian was living rather prematurely in a future that was somewhat problematic. But she only said: "Don't let us make too much of it. I hoped you might learn from the manuals not to worry. But while I'm here we can talk them over, if you like."
Charmian's voice held a new sound. Mrs. Mansfield looked closely at her daughter. "You see, Madre, he and I well, I think we have earned our retreat. We we did stand up to the failure. We went to the first night of Jacques Sennier's new opera and helped, as everyone in an audience can help, to seal its triumph.
"Sennier's playing has stirred me up too much." "Resolve quietly to sleep, and I think you will." Charmian did not tell Susan that she was quite incapable at that moment of resolving quietly on anything. She lay awake nearly all night. Meanwhile Mrs. Shiffney, Madame Sennier, and Max Elliot were in the night-train travelling to Constantine. It had all been arranged with Mrs.
I enclose a box for Jacques Sennier's first night, which, as you'll see by the date, has had to be postponed for four days something wrong with the scenery. No hitch in your case! I feel you are on the edge of a triumph. "Hopes and prayers for the genius. Yours ever sincerely, "Susan sends her love not the universal brand." Claude read the note, and kept it for a moment in his hand.
I tell you" he had swung round to Claude, who had just come upon the stage "I'd rather have this opera of yours than Sennier's, although he's known all over creation and you're nothing but a boom-boy up to now. I used to believe in names, but upon my word seems to me the public's changing. Give 'em the goods and they don't care where they come from."
He had been only thinking of Sennier's music and of Sennier, of art and the human being behind it. Nothing within him had consciously called to Charmian. Nor had there he felt sure now been the unconscious call sent out by the man of talent who feels himself left out in the cold, who cannot stifle the greedy voice of the jealousy which he despises. No, the initiative had been wholly hers.
And abruptly he said: "You are on Sennier's side. And really it is a sort of battle here. The two managements have turned it into a battle. We've been talking all this evening of music. Do you really wish me to succeed? I think " he paused. He was on the edge of accusing her of treachery at Constantine.
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