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Updated: June 3, 2025
There were some of the usual people who go to first nights critics, ladies who describe dresses, fashionable lawyers and doctors. But there were also numbers of people who are scarcely ever seen on these occasions, people who may be found in the ground and grand tier boxes at Covent Garden during the summer season. These thronged the stalls, and every one of them was a dear friend of Lady Holme's.
Lady Holme's voice was like honey as she sang, and tears were in her eyes too. Each time the refrain fell from her heart she seemed to see another world, empty of gossamer threads, a world of spread wings, a world of but such poetry and music do not tell you! Nor can you imagine. You can only dream and wonder, as when you look at the horizon line and pray for the things beyond.
"I don't think if you said that there appears to be an infinitely subtle understanding at work in Lady Holme's singing you would be going at all too far." "Appears to be?" Sir Donald stopped for a moment on the pavement under a gas-lamp. As the light fell on him he looked like a weary old ghost longing to fade away into the dark shadows of the London night. "You say 'appears to be," he repeated.
"Nor can I," said Sir Donald, rather abruptly. "Good-night, Lady Holme." He walked out of the room, followed by Robin. LORD HOLME'S house was in Cadogan Square. When Sir Donald had put on his coat in the hall he turned to Robin Pierce and said: "Which way do you go?" "To Half Moon Street," said Robin. "We might walk, if you like. I am going the same way. "Certainly." They set out slowly.
Directly a piece is produced in Paris that we run over to see you know the sort! the Grand Duke and foreign Royalty species she has it adapted for her. Of course it's Bowdlerised as to words, but she manages to get back all that's been taken out in her acting. Young America's crazy about her. She's going to play over here." "Oh!" Lady Holme's voice was not encouraging, but Mrs.
And this enabled her to live simultaneously two lives Lady Holme's and another's. Who was the other? She did not ask, but she felt as if in that moment a prisoner within her was released. And yet, directly the song was over and the eager applause broke out, a bitterness came into her heart.
"Really. Perhaps she has been a chorus-girl." "I'll bet she has, whether she says so or not." He gave a deep chuckle. Lady Holme's gown rustled as she leaned back in her corner. "And she's goin' to Arkell House. Americans are the very devil for gettin' on. Laycock was tellin' me to-night that " "I don't wish to hear Mr. Laycock's stories, Fritz. They don't amuse me."
Lucas" was Lord Holme's valet. It seemed to Lady Holme as if there were a significant, even a slightly mocking, sound in the footman's voice. She stared at him. He was a thin, swarthy young man, with lantern jaws and a very long, pale chin. When she looked at him he dropped his eyes. "Bring me some lemonade to the drawing-room in ten minutes," she said. "Yes, my lady."
The extraordinary thing was the marvellous resemblance this acute and unscrupulous womanhood bore to Lady Holme's, even through all its obvious difference from hers. All her little mannerisms of voice, look, manner and movement, were there but turned towards commonness, even towards a naive but very self-conscious impropriety.
Lord Holme's under-jaw resumed its natural position, and he walked away and was lost in the crowd, following the two dancers. "Take me in to supper, Robin. I'm tired." "This way. I thought you were never coming." "People stayed so late. I can't think why. I'm sure it was dreadfully dull and foolish. How odd Mr. Carey's looking!
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