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Materna, Malten, Brandt, Tichatschek, Schnorr von Carolsfeld, Niemann, Vogl, Winkelmann, Betz, Scaria, Reichmann, and many others have had the benefit of his advice; and if Wagner could have carried out his plans of establishing a college of dramatic singing at Bayreuth a plan which was frustrated by the lack of funds the cause of dramatic art would have gained immeasurably.
Just as she was starting up- stairs, he burst out: "Materna " "Yes? What is it?" He gave her a keenly searching look; then drew a breath of relief, and kissed her. "Nothing," he said. But later, as he lay on his back in bed, his hands clasped behind his head, his pipe between his teeth, David was distinctly angry.
"Good enough? for me! Materna, she is perfect! Don't you suppose I know? I've know her nearly all my life, and I can say she is perfect. She is as perfect as you are; she said you were perfect this afternoon. Yes; I never supposed I could say that any woman was as good, and lovely, and pure, as you " "David, please don't say such things." David was not listening. "But I can say it of Elizabeth!
Helena Richie gave a little cry and shrank back. These were the thoughts that her boy had built up between them in these silent years! He gave her a faintly amused glance. "Yes, I had my dreams. Bad dreams you would call them, Materna. Now I don't dream any more. After I saw her in May, I got all over such nonsense. I realized that perhaps she . . . loved him." His mother was trembling.
I'll try not to be so hard," he promised. He had risen. Mrs. Richie tried to speak, but stopped and caught her breath at the bang of the front door. "It's David!" she said, in a terrified voice. Her face was very pale, so pale that David, coming abruptly into the room, stood still in his tracks, aghast. "Why, Materna! What's up? Mother, something is the matter!"
You see how vile I am? But don't don't give me up, David. Only understand just how base I am, and then, if you possibly can, keep on loving me. "P. S. I am not worth loving." When David read that poor little letter, his face quivered for an instant, then he smiled. "Materna," he said they were sitting at supper; "Materna, she certainly is perfect!" His mother laughed, and put out her hand.
He struck his heel down into the sand, then pulled out his knife and began to clean the bowl of his pipe. The blade trembled in his hand. "Until I saw her in May," he said, "I suppose I really thought I didn't formulate it, but I suppose I thought . . ." "What?" "That somehow I would get her yet." "Oh, David!" she breathed. He glanced at her cynically. "Don't get agitated, Materna.
"Could you pack up in three weeks, Materna?" he said; "I think I'd like to get you settled before I go to the hospital." Mrs. Richie's instant acceptance of the change of date made him more annoyed than ever. "He has worried her!" he thought angrily; "I wonder how long this thing has been going on?" But he said nothing to her.
Here, I'll snip that thing for you." Mrs. Richie faced him in amazement. "What! Why, but they are both children, and " she stopped, and looked at him. "Oh David!" she said. And the boy, forgetting the spying windows of the opposite houses, dropped his head on her shoulder. "Materna Materna," he said, in a stifled voice.
They were to walk together that afternoon, and he manoeuvered for a few exquisite minutes alone before they went out. At first the moments were not very exquisite. "Well! What happened to you last night? I thought you were going to bring me that book!" "I couldn't. I had to stay at home." "Why?" "Well; Materna wanted me." Elizabeth murmured a small, cold "Oh."
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