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You have the face and the you know the refinement; sort of thing not easy to find. It's a poor chance, I'm afraid, coming out as a violinist. Half inclined to resent his impertinence, yet subdued by the practical tone and air of superior knowledge, Alma kept a grave face. Dymes, crossing his legs, went on with talk of projects he had in view, all intended to be lucrative.
You think he won't care to meet me at all again? 'I don't say that. I should be very sorry indeed to think it. But to speak as plainly as you wish, dear I know that someone must have said unpleasant things to him about your your friendship with Mr. Dymes. 'Are you hinting at anyone in particular? Alma asked, salving her self-respect with a poor affectation of haughtiness.
There was no reason, indeed, why she should not make fun of Felix Dymes and his proposal; but the episode seemed idle in comparison with another, on which she had never ceased to reflect. Perhaps a certain glory attached to that second incident; Sibyl might be impressed alike with the character of the temptation and with her friend's nobility in scorning it. But the opportunity had gone by.
'Very pretty. She hardly believed his assurance, so strong was the contrast between that lightsome lyric and the coarse vanity of the man himself. He played it again, and she liked it still better, uttering a more decided word of praise. 'Dicky must write me patter for that! Dymes exclaimed, when he saw that she smiled with pleasure. 'You don't know Dicky Wellington? A cousin of Ada's.
You can run the show yourself. Alma had never looked for delicacy in Felix Dymes, and his motives had from the first been legible to her, but this revelation of brutality went beyond anything for which she was prepared. As she saw the man move away, a feeling of helplessness and of dread overcame her anger. She could not do without him.
Then they talked of business, settled one or two matters, appointed another meeting. As they drew near to the station, Alma spoke impulsively, with a bewildered look. 'I shouldn't wonder if I give it up, after all. 'Rot! was her companion's amazed exclamation. 'I might. I won't answer for it. And it would be your fault. Stricken with alarm, Dymes poured forth assurances of his good behaviour.
'My agent. 'Oh! very well; then I'll go alone. He would not permit himself any further inquiry. Alma had never spoken to him of Dymes, her 'agent'. Harvey pictured an ill-shaven man in a small office, and turned from the thought with disgust. Too late to interpose, to ask questions; anything of that kind would but make him seem small, ridiculous, fussy.
'Your most brilliant debut' 'How shall we thank you for such an artistic treat? 'Oh, your divine rendering of, &c. 'You have taken your place, at once and sans phrase, in the very front rank of violinists. She smiled once more, and lost a little of her cadaverous hue. Felix Dymes, scribbling late, repeated things that he had heard since the afternoon.
De Republica Athenientium, by E. Poste, 1891; F. G. Kenyon, 1891; T. J. Dymes, 1891. De Virtutibus et Vitiis, by W. Bridgman, 1804.
He had obtained promises from four musicians of repute to take part in Alma's concert, and declared that the terms they asked were lower than usual, owing to their regard for him. The expenses of the recital, without allowing for advertisements, would amount to seventy or eighty pounds; and Dymes guaranteed that the hall should produce at least that.
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