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In front the sea was spread, a smiling jailer, but even more incorruptible than the frowning mountains. The waves swished along the smooth beach; the parrots screamed in the orange and ceiba-trees; the palms waved their limber fronds foolishly like an awkward chorus at the prima donna's cue to enter. Suddenly the town was full of excitement.
I felt that my old flame for Therese was rekindled in my heart, and I did not know whether I was glad or sorry at her being married. I left the opera-house and told my footman to call my carriage. "You can't have it till nine o'clock, sir; it was so cold the coachman sent the horses back to the stable." "We will return on foot, then." "You will catch a cold." "What is the prima donna's name?"
It was a unique sort of love, for he wanted me also to be in love with her "If you are not in love with her you must have a heart of iron, or else your soul is dry as a raisin." With which he took to analyzing the prima donna's charms, going into raptures over her eyes, smile, gestures, manner of opening her mouth, and her swing and step as she walked over the stage
She was shaking the prima donna's skirts to straighten out the wrinkles and the folds caused by the packing in the trunks. It was the Italian maid that Beppa of the reddish hair whom he had seen the previous afternoon with her mistress. He thought the girl was looking at him, and that she even recognized him through the foliage, despite the distance.
I felt that my old flame for Therese was rekindled in my heart, and I did not know whether I was glad or sorry at her being married. I left the opera-house and told my footman to call my carriage. "You can't have it till nine o'clock, sir; it was so cold the coachman sent the horses back to the stable." "We will return on foot, then." "You will catch a cold." "What is the prima donna's name?"
"Well, things have got a move on in the last hour and a quarter, haven't they? I mean to say, at five o'clock you found a stranger in your taxi. Five minutes later you were smashed up. Now you're in a prima donna's room at the Opera House, eating a cold collation. Collation is good, isn't it?" "Awfully? Where did you hear it?" I frowned. "I came out top in dictation last term." "Indeed?
That was all forgotten in what she felt at the present moment, in the wild quivering longing to be in front, the centre of the great illusion, singing as she knew that she could sing, as she had never sung before. Madame De Rosa led her quickly down a dark corridor and a moment later she found herself in a dazzling blaze of light, in the prima donna's dressing-room.
There are moments too sacred for intrusion; such moments were those which passed between these three. At first sight, the Donna's heart had gone out to her son's beautiful young wife; and it was with a sigh that she said, after much talk had passed between them, "Yes, you must not forget, dearest child, that you have a mother, and another home, here in the South. You will come sometimes?
'You never sang better in your life than you did last night, mother, he observed. The prima donna's face glowed with pleasure, and as she turned her big eyes to his Margaret saw in them a look of such loving tenderness as she had rarely seen in her life. 'I saw you, my dear, said Madame Bonanni to her son. 'You were in the second row of the stalls.
But what I meant by saying that a mere writer has no place in a prima donna's life was that, whereas my work is more or less a hobby, and my little bit of 'fame' as you choose to call it merely a side-issue, your work will be your whole existence. You will live for it entirely your art and the world's recognition of it will absorb every thought.
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