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"Don't let Moldini see that you know," said he, with characteristic fine thoughtfulness for others in the midst of his own unhappiness. "It would deprive him of a great pleasure." He was about to go. Suddenly her eyes filled and, opening the outer door, she drew him in. "Donald," she said, "I love you. Take me in your arms and make me behave." He looked past her; his arms hung at his sides.
He must be an incident only. With those who win the high places, sex is an incident a charming, necessary incident, but only an incident. He must not spoil your career. If you allowed that you would be like a mother who deserts her children for a lover. He must not touch your career!" Mildred, giving the last touches to her costume before the glass, glanced merrily at Moldini by way of it.
Usually Moldini abounded in the consideration of fine natures that have suffered deeply from lack of consideration. But he was so astounded that he could only stare stupidly at her, smoothing his long greasy hair with his thin brown hand. "It's all my fault; I don't take care of myself," she went on. "I don't take care of my health. At least, I hope that's it." "Hope!" he said, suddenly angry.
From first to last she did it as Jennings had coached her, did it with all the beauty and energy of her really lovely voice. As she ended, Moldini said in a quiet but intense undertone: "Bravo! Bravo! Fresh as a bird on a bright spring morning." And from the darkness came: "Ah that's better, Miss Gower. That was professional work. Now for the other."
The next day she began with Moldini, and put the Lucia Rivi system into force in all its more than conventual rigors. And for about a month she worked like a devouring flame. Never had there been such energy, such enthusiasm. Mrs. Belloc was alarmed for her health, but the Rivi system took care of that; and presently Mrs.
And Moldini, unkempt, almost unclean, but as natural and simple and human a soul as ever paid the penalties of poverty and obscurity and friendlessness for being natural and simple and human, exactly suited her peculiar temperament. She knew that he liked her, that he believed in her; she knew that he was as sympathetic toward her as her own self, that there was no meanness anywhere in him.
"What do you think, Mollie?" he said to Moldini. "We might test her at a few rehearsals." Crossley meekly accepted the salutary check on his enthusiasm. "Do you wish to try, Miss Gower?" Mildred was silent. She knew now the sort of piece in which she was to appear. She had seen a few of them, those cheap and vulgar farces with their thin music, their more than dubious-looking people.
"You to get a hundred a week if you are put in the cast. More, of course, if you make a hit." "You mean I'm to sign a contract?" cried Mildred in dismay. "Exactly," said Crossley. A truly amazing performance. Moldini was not astonished, however, for he had heard the songs, and he knew Crossley's difficulties through Estelle Howard's flight.
She was so interested in this new phase that she did not see his outstretched hand, or the look of bitter irony that came into his eyes at this proof of the subordinate place love and he had in her thoughts. "I'm nervous and anxious," she said apologetically. "Moldini told me he had some scheme about getting the money. If he only could! But no such luck for me," she added sadly.
"I'm tired through and through," said Mildred, "but it isn't the kind of tired that could be rested except by throwing up this frightful nightmare of a career." "And you can't do that." "I won't," said Mildred, her lips compressed and her eyes narrowed. She and Moldini and fat, funny little Mrs. Moldini went to the mountains. And she worked on.
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