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Updated: June 10, 2025
The morning's newspapers were before her, sent, no doubt, by Dymes's direction, and she mused over the eye-attracting announcements of her debut. 'Mrs. Harvey Rolfe's First Violin Recital, Prince's Hall, this afternoon, at 3. It gave her no more gratification than if the name had been that of a stranger. The world had grown as unreal as a nightmare.
Between Dymes and Redgrave there was no hesitating on whatever score. This advertisement in the fashionable and authoritative weekly paper surpassed Dymes's scope; his savage jealousy was sufficient proof of that. All she could do for the moment was to temporise with her ignobler master, and the humiliation of such a necessity seemed to poison her blood.
Sibyl was not particularly impressed by the mention of Dymes's name; she had only a slight personal acquaintance with him, and cared little for his reputation as a composer. 'I had a note from him this morning, Alma continued. 'He asks me to see him today at the Apollo the theatre, you know. They're going to produce his comic opera, "Blue Roses" of course, you've heard of it.
Something peculiar in Dymes's glance caused her to add, 'A German girl, an art student. Whereat the musician nodded and smiled. 'And what's your idea? Come now, let's talk about it. I wonder whether I could be of any use to you awfully glad if I could. Alma was abashed, stammered her vague projects, and reddened under the man's observant eye.
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