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And George, too, reflecting upon the sensations produced within him by Elgar, was ready to admit that, though Elgar could of course not be classed with the foreigner, there might be something to be said for him after all. "This is just what I needed," she murmured. "Oh?" "I was very depressed this afternoon," she said. "Were you?" He had not noticed it. "Yes.
"Oh, master," said Dudda, whispering, "surely this is Elgar the fisher!" And I, peering into the dark bottom of the boat could see a dark still form, lying doubled over a thwart, that seemed to me to bear likeness to him. "Is he dead?" I asked. "Aye, master, but not long," answered the collier; feeling about.
Miss Gretch is certainly a very inefficient journalist. Elgar! Delius too! I wonder she didn't compare me with Scriabine while she was about it. How hateful it is being made a laughing-stock like this." "Oh, nobody reads those papers, I expect. Still, Miss Gretch " "Gretch! What a name!" said Claude.
Lessingham chanced to be conversing together, Elgar stepped up to the piano, and murmured: "Will you come out into the garden for a few minutes? There's a full moon; it's magnificent." Cecily let her fingers idle upon the keys, then rose and went to where her aunt was sitting. There was an exchange of words in a low tone, and she left the room. Elgar at once approached Mrs.
"She told you that she had this intention?" asked Reuben, with some eagerness. "She did." As in the dialogue of last evening, so now, Mallard kept the sternest control upon himself. Had he obeyed his desire, he would have scarified Elgar with savage words; but of that nothing save harm could come. His duty was to smooth, and not to aggravate, the situation.
"This is the best seat in the hall," George observed proudly. Marguerite smiled at him. When the "Sea-Pictures" were finished she gave a sigh of appreciation, having forgotten, it seemed, that persons who had come to admire Glazounov ought not to relish Elgar.
Might not one hope for an invitation to madame's assemblies? A wonderful people, these English, after all. Mr. Bickerdike secured, after much impatience, the desired introduction. For reasons of his own, he made no mention of his earlier acquaintance with Elgar. Did she know of it? In any case she appeared not to, but spoke of things which did not interest Mr. Bickerdike in the least.
Elgar has withdrawn to a little room of his own, where perhaps, he gives himself up to meditation on the duties of a Christian parent, though his incredulous son has ere now had a glimpse at the door, and observed him in the attitude of letter-writing. Mrs. Elgar moves about silently, the pain on her brow deepening as chapel-time approaches.
Look at the success of Strauss, for instance, of Debussy, and now of Jacques Sennier our own Elgar, too! What I mean is that perhaps the things you have done hitherto are for the very few. There is something terrible about them, I think. They might almost frighten people. They might almost make people dislike you." She was thinking of the Burningtons, the Drakes, of other Sennier-worshippers.
Yet we got them into the creek, Elgar making them fast so that they would rise as the water rose. Then he said he would swim back, and if he could manage it would raise the large boat and bring that also. So without climbing out from under the high banks of the creek he splashed out into the tideway, and started back.
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