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He wants me to take you home." "What has he been doing all this time?" "No end of things. It's just as I said. Crayford's determined to be first in the field. This move of the Metropolitan has put him on the run, and he'll keep everyone in the theater running till the opera's out. Claude's been with the pressmen behind, and having a hairy-teary heart to heart with Enid Mardon. Come, Mrs.
"The opera's own tongue," the Bostonian commented. "Well, you leave it to me," finished the man in the street. "Sure, Mike, I will," responded the woman. My companion halted in consternation. "We make American citizens of them all," I asserted. "Les petits enfants aussi," I added as a child ran past, shouting a response in irreproachable English to the Parisian command of her mother.
He had been at Peltry, she knew, because she had been asked to meet him there and had refused on the opera's account. Besides, she had heard about his riding horses as if they were motors, and Here she stood still; and found herself shaking. That letter in that letter of Mabel's about his visit to Peltry, had there not been something of a call to London, and return late for dinner?
"Do you mean my cousin? Oh, she has a visitor and doesn't want me. Then Miss Stackpole and Bantling have gone out to a cafe to eat an ice Miss Stackpole delights in an ice. I didn't think they wanted me either. The opera's very bad; the women look like laundresses and sing like peacocks. I feel very low." "You had better go home," Lord Warburton said without affectation.
She could not forget his words, spoken with the authority of the man who knew, "Opera's the only thing nowadays, the only really big proposition." She could not forget that he had left England to "put Europe through his sieve" for a composer who could stand up against Jacques Sennier. What a chance there was now for a new man. He was being actively searched for.
First give woman, if you dare, the alphabet, then summon her to her career: and though men, ignorant and prejudiced, may oppose its beginnings, they will at last fling around her conquering footsteps more lavish praises than ever greeted the opera's idol, more perfumed flowers than ever wooed, with intoxicating fragrance, the fairest butterfly of the ball-room.
"It won't be singing yet awhile Polly, so don't be disappointed if you have to continue to walk on the stage and come off again. I'm told his 'Harlequin' hasn't finished its run so he'll open with that and go on till my opera's ready. I'm all impatience to see you in it." Then patting her cheek and chucking her under the chin Gay took his leave.
Gervase was so near eloping with me, and Gervase cut up rough, instead of pitying me; and then the field-days were so many, and so late into the season; and I exhausted myself so at the Belvoir theatricals at Easter; and I toiled so atrociously playing 'Almaviva' at your place, Seraph a private opera's galley slave's work! and, altogether, I've had a good many things to pull me down since the winter," concluded Bertie, with a plaintive self-condolence over his truffles.
"I hate the Town, and all its Ways; Ridotto's, Opera's, and Plays; The Ball, the Ring, the Mall, the Court; Where ever the Beau-Monde resort.... All Coffee-houses, and their Praters; All Courts of Justice, and Debaters; All Taverns, and the Sots within 'em; All Bubbles, and the Rogues that skin 'em," in short, the whole world 'cram'd all together, because all his heart is engrossed for Celia.
"It isn't quite time to go, and I want to talk over things before Claude comes down to see the last of me." "Yes, yes." They went out, and descended the steps from the terrace. "I wanted to tell you, Mrs. Charmian, that I'm going to bring Crayford over whatever happens, whether the opera's done or not. There's heaps ready for him to judge by. And you must read him the libretto."
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