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I suspect that the same might be said of a good many novelists, and that a judicious trimming of the seams according to some established pattern might improve their work." Arlt nodded approvingly. "As usual, Miss Gannion has spoken wisely," he remarked. "Miss Gannion has only echoed my words," Sally objected. "Not at all.
Miss Gannion caught at the opportunity for a digression. "Mr. Arlt is coming to lunch," she observed. "To-day? I didn't know he was back in town." "He came last night." "Was Mr. Thayer with him?" "No; Mr. Thayer sings in Boston, last night and to-night. He sent me a note, saying I might expect him to dinner on Tuesday." "I wonder what success Mr. Arlt has had." "Mr. Thayer sent me some criticisms.
B'sides, las' time, I drank to Arlt the composer. This time, it's to Arlt the accompanist. He hasn' any business to play a double rôle, if he can' stan' the double applause. To the success of Mr. Otto Arlt!" Thayer raised his glass and set it down again, untasted. As he glanced across at Arlt with an explanatory smile, he caught the eyes of Beatrix fixed upon him imploringly.
"A tall lady in brown furs, who knew how to praise without making a fool of herself?" he queried. "That is the one. I should judge that Lorimer has been making a systematic campaign ever since he met her, three months ago, and that, after all, it came suddenly in the end. Dane was noncommittal; but I think he doesn't like Lorimer any too well. Good-night, Arlt.
"As if I owed a great deal to you." The girlish pink flush rose in Miss Gannion's cheeks. "Thank you, dear boy. But really I have done nothing." Arlt turned his back to the piano and, clasping his hands over his knees, spoke with simple gravity. "Miss Gannion, here in America, I have had three good friends, Mr. Thayer, you, and Miss Van Osdel. Everybody knows what Mr.
When he returned to Arlt's room, a moment later, he took up the conversation at the precise point where they had dropped it; but, even in the dusky room, Arlt could see that Thayer's eyes were blazing as he had never seen them till then. Not long afterwards, Thayer glanced down at his own strong, slim hand that rested on the table beside him.
However, in spite of his added ease, Arlt had judged such an ordeal too great for his courage. Accordingly, the teacher and Thayer had taken council together, with the result that Thayer was engaged as soloist for the evening, and that Thayer insisted upon singing one group of songs with a piano accompaniment.
"Moreover," Lorimer went on, still in that unwonted high, clear voice; "le's drink to Arlt's mother an' sister, Frau Arlt an' Frãulein Katarina Arlt." The sudden angry color blazed up in Arlt's cheeks, and he straightened in his chair. Then he caught Thayer's eye, and with an effort he controlled himself.
Then he added, with a sudden effort which showed how dear the subject was to his heart, "I think I shall now have a few more lessons in counterpoint." "More?" Thayer said interrogatively. "Yes; I had already studied for two years." "And you want to compose?" "When I know enough. Not till then." "It takes something besides the knowing, to make a composer, Arlt," Thayer said warningly. "I know.
They invariably followed upon the heels of a letter from Arlt and they invariably ended in his going to the cottage and dragging Lorimer out for a tramp in the stinging air.
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