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We have no reason to suppose Gillier has a special purpose in coming." "No, but I should like that quarter of an hour." So now she and Gillier sat together in the shady drawing-room, and she asked him about Paris and his family, and he replied with a stiff formality which had in it something military.
"Well, madame, you are a brave woman. That is all I can say!" "Brave! But why?" Mrs. Shiffney's eyes looked full of laughter. "Why, Henriette?" she asked, leaning forward. "Do tell us." "Gillier makes other people like he is," said Madame Sennier. "But what does it matter? Each one for himself! Don't you say that in England?" She had turned to Max Elliot.
Charmian noticed at once that their expedition had not drawn the two men together, that their manner to each other was cold and constrained. On the day of their return she persuaded Gillier to dine at the villa. He seemed reluctant to accept, but she overcame his hesitation. "I want to hear all about it," she said.
There was something here that she loved as she loved nothing in London. From the night when Claude and Armand Gillier had returned to Mustapha after the visit to Constantine "the opera" had been to Charmian almost as a living thing a thing for which she had fought, from which she had beaten off enemies. She thought of it as their child, Claude's and hers. They had no other child.
After the unpleasant scene at Djenan-el-Maqui Gillier had returned to Paris, shut himself in, and labored almost with fury on a libretto destined for Jacques Sennier. He had taken immense pains and trouble, and had not spared time. At last the work had been completed, typed, and submitted to Madame Sennier.
Here was a denizen of the real Bohemia, and one who, by the strange ties of ambition, was closely connected with Claude and herself. She sat with the writer in the cool and secretive drawing-room, smoking cigarettes with him, and preparing him for Claude. This man must "fire" Claude. Gillier had been born and brought up in Algeria. All that was strange to the Heaths was commonplace to him.
The secret bitterness engendered in her by her failure to capture the libretto of Gillier had found vent in the outburst which, no doubt with plenty of amplifications, had got into the evening papers. The management at first had wished to attempt the impossible, to try to muzzle the pressmen. But their publicity agent knew better. Madame Sennier had been carried by temper into stupidity.
"Can it be ready?" "We mean to try." "Ah, you are workers! And Mr. Crayford's a wonder. Good-night, dear Charmian! What a night for you!" She buttoned her sable coat at the neck and went away with Ramer and Armand Gillier. As she turned to the right in the corridor she murmured to Gillier: "Why didn't you give it to Jacques? Oh, the pity of it!"
There is an intimate success that seems to be of the soul, and there is another, reverberating, resounding, like the clashing of brass instruments beaten together. Claude seemed to hear them at this moment as he talked with ever-growing excitement. One of the pressmen had mentioned Gillier, who had arrived and been interviewed at the docks.
As she thought more about what had happened a storm of jealousy swept through her heart. "That's not true or fair what you imply!" said Claude. "I never Mrs. Shiffney is absolutely nothing to me nothing!" "Do you understand now that she got the libretto in order to show it to Madame Sennier?" "Did Gillier ever say so?" "Of course not!
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