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"Well, of course you'll appear after the next act with him. There's sure to be a call. And I know Gillier will be called for as well as you." His rather cold gray eyes seemed to examine the two faces before him almost surreptitiously. Then he, too, went out of the box. "A call after this act!" said Charmian.
But he's not here." "What has become of him?" "Susan, you know of course he wished to welcome you. He is devoted to you. But well, the truth is" she slightly lowered her voice, although there was no one in the room "he had to go away for the opera. He has gone to Constantine with Armand Gillier, the author of the libretto, to study the native music there, and military life, I believe.
I don't think we could ever make a satisfactory combination in art. This has been my opinion ever since I was with you at Constantine." "More than a year ago. And you only come here and say so now!" Gillier was silent and fidgeted on the divan. "Surely you must have some other reason?" said Claude in a very quiet, almost unnaturally quiet voice. "That is one reason, and an excellent one.
There is a big garrison at Constantine, you know. Monsieur Gillier is a most valuable friend for Claude, and can help him tremendously in many ways; with the opera, I mean." She stopped. Then she added: "Adelaide Shiffney might have been of great use to Claude, too. But before we were married he offended her, I think. And now, of course, she's on the other side."
"Since I last saw you, madame," Gillier continued, "I have managed to get a look at the libretto." Without knowing that she did so Charmian leaned forward quickly and moved her hands. "It does not approach my work, the work your husband bought from me for only one hundred pounds, in strength and drama." "Your libretto is splendid. Mr.
They listened jealously, attended as it were with every fiber of their bodies, as well as with their minds, to everything that was happening in this man-created world. Charmian felt Gillier listening, felt, far away behind him, Adelaide Shiffney listening. Gradually her excitement and anxiety became painful. Her mind seemed to her to be burning, not smouldering but flaming.
"That's not true, Monsieur Gillier!" said Charmian, with hot energy. Claude said nothing, and Gillier continued, raising his voice: "It is true. Your talent and mine are not fitted to be joined together, and you are artist enough to know it as well as I do. I haven't heard your music; but I can tell. I may be poor, I may be unknown that doesn't matter!
"Madame does not quite understand " "I understand perfectly, Monsieur Gillier," Charmian interrupted. "Pray don't endow me with a stupidity which I don't possess." "I prefer at any rate to explain the reason of my visit to Monsieur Heath, madame." "Have you come with a special object then?" said Claude. "Yes." "By all means tell me what it is." "Mon Dieu!" said Gillier.
"Probably she's immersed in Sennier's opera and won't bother about mine." "Women always bother." There was a "b-r-r-r!" in the lobby. Charmian started violently. "What can that be?" Claude went to the door, and returned with Armand Gillier. "Oh, Monsieur Gillier!" Charmian looked at Gillier's large and excited eyes. "You are coming with us?"
"If you allow me, madame!" said Gillier formally, bowing over her hand. "It seems to me that the collaborators should go together." "Of course. It's still early, but we may as well start. The theater's pulling at me pulling!" "My wife's quite strung up!" said Claude, smiling. "And Claude is disgustingly cool!" said Charmian.
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