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Was Mademoiselle Helbrun a success?" "No, mademoiselle, I'm afraid not." "Ah!" Evelyn put down her cup and looked at her maid. "I'm sorry, but I thought she wouldn't succeed in London. She was coldly received, was she?" "Yes, mademoiselle." "I'm sorry, for she's a true artist." "She has not the passion of mademoiselle." A little look of pleasure lit up Evelyn's face. "She is a charming singer.
"No, my own father. That's my way. I think of what has happened to me and I act that. But tell me about the Munich performances." While Mademoiselle Helbrun told of the different points in which they excelled, Evelyn thought and thought of the strange charm of the woman who had so ably continued the Master's work.
She dare not face the agony, the agony which she was at present enduring, so she must go to confession, she must have inward peace. "So my life is over and done," she said, "and at seven-and-twenty!" She twisted in her fingers a letter which she had received that morning from Mademoiselle Helbrun. She was staying at the Savoy Hotel, and had just returned from Munich.
Mademoiselle Helbrun, once people are drawn into a Catholic atmosphere " "Yes, I quite understand. So you sing every day at Benediction, do you, Evelyn? You are singing to-day? It will be strange to hear you singing an 'Ave Maria." "But, Louise, if I sing an 'O Salutaris, will you sing Schubert's 'Ave Maria'?" "No, you sing Schubert's 'Ave Maria' and I will sing an 'O Salutaris."
But won't you introduce me to Mademoiselle Helbrun? It would be delightful, mademoiselle, if you would only sing for us." "I shall be very pleased indeed." "Well, we have only got two or three minutes to decide what it is to be. Will you come up to the organ loft?" And that afternoon the Wimbledon laity had the pleasure of hearing two prima donne at Benediction.
Sister Agnes had come to tell her that a lady had called to see her. "The lady is in the parlour. Mother Hilda is with her" "But her name?" Sister Agnes could not give Evelyn her visitor's name; but on the way to the parlour they were met by the Prioress, who told Evelyn that the lady who had come to see her was a French lady, Mademoiselle Helbrun. "Louise!
He begged of her not to think of him, and they entered into the difficult question of salary. He told her that Mademoiselle Helbrun would ask eighty pounds a performance, and such heavy salary added to the four hundred pounds a performance he was paying for the Tristan and Isolde would But so intense was the pain from his tooth at this moment that he could not finish the sentence.
"It is very wonderful, very wonderful," she thought, and she awoke with a start, and Mademoiselle Helbrun saw she had not been listening. She answered Louise's subsequent remarks, and was glad that what had been had been. She was giving it all up, it was true, but it was not as if she had not known life.
We decided to make the excursion to the salt mine on Monday, and on the Sunday Jimmie arranged for us to visit the Imperial chateau of Helbrun, built in the seventeenth century, and promising us several new features of amusement and interest not generally to be met with.
And Louise began to doubt her own sanity. "You do hear him, I can see you do." "What does all this mean?" Louise said to the Reverend Mother, drawing her aside. "The birds, the birds, Mother Superior, the birds!" "What birds?" "The birds singing the motives of 'The Ring." "You mean Teresa's bullfinches, Mademoiselle Helbrun? Yes, they whistle very well."
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