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After a week of anxious waiting Gillier had received the libretto with the following note: "DEAR GILLIER, This might do very well for some unknown genius, say Monsieur Heath, but it is no good to a man like Jacques. Nevertheless, we believe in you still, and renew our offer.
Then hastily he opened his letters. Three were from autograph hunters, and he thrust them into the pocket of his coat. The fourth was from Armand Gillier. When Claude saw the name of his collaborator he stood still and read the note frowning. "Letters! Always letters!" said Charmian, coming up. "Anything interesting, Claudie?" "Gillier is coming out after all." "Armand Gillier!" "Yes.
"And so you gave your libretto up to our enemy to read, and now they are trying to bribe Gillier to ruin us. Why are we here? Why did I give up everything, my whole life, my mother, my friends, our little house, everything I cared for, everything that has made my life till now? Simply for you and for your success. And then for the first woman who comes along " Her cheeks were flaming.
His name is Gillier." "Armand Gillier?" exclaimed Madame Sennier, while her husband threw out his hands in a gesture of surprise. "Yes. Do you know him?" "Know him!" exclaimed the composer. "When have I not known him? Three libretti by him have I rejected three, madame. He challenged me to a duel, pistols, if you please! I to fire, and perhaps be shot, because he cannot write a good libretto!
Madame Sennier passed the tip of her tongue across her scarlet lips. "Over the bridge and up into the pine-wood?" "Wherever you like." At this moment Armand Gillier walked brusquely into the room. Mrs. Shiffney turned to Henriette. "We'll leave Monsieur Gillier to take care of you." Henriette's lips tightened. Gillier said: "Bien, madame!" As Mrs.
He stood at the very edge of the stage, and she saw him look, not toward where she was, but up to the gallery as if in search of someone. Then he stepped back. He had come to the audience before Gillier. He now disappeared before Gillier, who seemed about to follow him closely, hesitated, looked round once more at the audience, and stood for an instant alone on the stage.
What you offered to my husband was immature; but I always knew you had talent." "Indeed? You never told me so that I remember." "You appeared to be fully aware of it." Gillier made a fist of his hand on the cover. He wished Jacques Sennier were setting the libretto he had sold to Claude Heath, and Madame Sennier wished exactly the same thing. He did not know her thought; but she divined his.
His wife saw it and took it to him. He was so foolish as to think it good enough to buy." "Let us hope his music will be good enough to produce on the stage." Gillier looked very sharply at her, and began to tug at his moustache; but he said nothing.
"Everything, I say, in order to do justice to your work, and you come, you dare to come to us, and ask ask " Gillier got up. "Madame, I see it is useless. You have bought my work, if you choose to keep it " "We do choose to keep it." "Then I can do nothing." He pulled out his watch. "It is late. I must wish you good-night, madame.
But she turned again to the stage without saying anything more. At that moment she hated Gillier for not helping her to be sanguine. She said to herself that he had been always against both her and Claude. Of course he would be cruelly, ferociously critical of Claude's music, because he was so infatuated with his own libretto. Angrily she dubbed him a poor victim of megalomania.
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