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He liked Arlt and was anxious for his success; but his anxiety for Arlt was as nothing in comparison with that which he felt for Thayer, to whom he gave the adoration that a weak man sometimes offers to one immeasurably his superior. Probably Lorimer's whole life would contain no better year than the one he had spent with Thayer in Berlin.
To this minor detail, Arlt had been forced to submit, although he was shrewd enough to see that it was merely a ruse on the part of his teacher to bring him in person before his audience. The arrangement of these details, the orchestral rehearsals of the overture and his own rehearsals with Arlt were engrossing Thayer completely.
"Mr. Lorimer was there, that night." "Oh, that reminds me, Arlt, I heard, to-night, that Lorimer was engaged." "Mr. Lorimer?" "Yes, to a Miss Dane. It is only just announced, to-day. I was dining with her cousin and he told me." "She must be good. I hope she is also strong of character," the boy said, with a curiously deliberate accent which seemed characteristic of him.
After the shabby room with its half-light, after the intent earnestness of Arlt, Thayer felt a passing dislike of the gorgeousness and glare and frivolity of the dinner. He was the last man to assert that good art can only associate itself with homely origins, that prosperity is a deadly foe to its growth.
We both know it, and there is no harm in our talking it over. Lorimer is weak and foolish; he isn't nearly so bad as many men we know. The taint is in his blood, and he is too easy-going to fight it out." "But he did fight, last summer," Arlt urged. Thayer's thoughts flew backwards to one night, in Lorimer's room at the hotel.
She has a great talent for putting young men on their feet and teaching them to walk alone. In fact, she is a perfect employment bureau for meritorious youth. Somebody wrote to her that Mr. Arlt has genius and grit, and not a guinea to his name, and she is trying to get him some engagements." "She asked you to help him?" "Yes.
Bobby's face cleared itself of its shadows, Thayer signed his contracts and, the next week, he and Arlt finally sailed for Europe. In the long days of her convalescence, Beatrix manifested an utter indifference to the tidings from the outer world.
He not only backed Arlt financially, but he hunted up the mother and sister and did no end of nice things for them, the things that count: rolling chairs and extract of beef and all that stuff. He had nothing to make by the transaction." "Were they properly grateful?" Bobby inquired. "Yes, to the point of enthusiasm.
"It was Arlt's snubbing," Lorimer returned, as he rose. "It was a beastly thing to do. Arlt played superbly, and they might have treated him with common courtesy. But there is no accounting for tastes. Thayer is the hero of the evening, and people are too busy applauding him, to have any time for lesser lights." "Do you think Mr.
That is one of the most pathetic phases of the whole situation. By the way, Dane, you know the fellow, I think." "I wish I did." Beatrix spoke impetuously. "Plenty of people will give generously, but not many of them are willing to give humanely." Thayer smiled. "Old Frau Arlt used to call him her Lieber Sohn, and fuss over him as if he were in dire need of her motherly care.
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