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I can't tell you why a woman guesses these things. I watched her. She's a deep one." She laughed again. "I wouldn't have her find me here for anything in the world." She suddenly laid her hand on his arm. "Philidor! we must go on at once." "But you're tired " "I'd be in a worse plight if I were identified by Olga."
"But I couldn't do anything. That would have made things worse." "Oh, yes and then the play that dreadful play! That was Olga's doing. I was there, Philidor, at Rood's Knoll. I saw it all. Listened in terror to every word of the dreadful sacrilege. It was sacrilege! to see my love and yours pictured the dreadful thing that that love was. I got out somehow. They were talking of me lightly.
Philidor stopped in the dressing tent and spoke a few words to the Signora, made his way across the arena, peering over Cleofonte's shoulder, and then, his course of action chosen, slipped quickly into his accustomed place outside. "Dix sous, Messieurs et Dames!" he shouted. "The greatest act of this or any age the Famille Fabiani, the world renowned acrobats, jugglers and strong man!
As the time for the beginning of the fourth performance drew near, a crowd had again gathered, listening to the Femme Orchestre and moving in groups of two and three toward the entrance where Philidor in the intervals between announcements pocketed their coins and watched Yvonne. This last occupation was one in which of late he had taken great delight.
Philidor spent his years chiefly in the intrigues of chess-playing. The great Tartini, whom the devil visited in the dream he immortalised in his famous Sonata del Diavolo, had a checkerboard career. As a young university student he fell in love with a niece of Cardinal Cornaro, and married her in secret. Like Romeo, his romance brought him separation and exile.
This musician was born near Paris in 1726, and was the grandson of the hautboy-player to the court of Louis XIII. His father and several of his relations were also eminent players in the royal orchestras of Louis XIV and Louis XV. Young Philidor was received into the Chapel Royal at Versailles in 1732, being then six years old, and when eleven he composed a motette which extorted much admiration.
It was rather before the usual hour of the cafe's filling, that a number of English officers, among whom was Trevanion, entered the "salon" of the "Philidor;" having determined not to attract any unusual attention, they broke into little knots and parties of threes and fours, and dispersed through the room, where they either sipped their coffee or played at dominoes, then, as now, the staple resource of a French cafe.
You did, you know, Philidor, or you wouldn't be here." He hesitated a moment. "I was afraid you'd insist on my joining your house party." She cast a glance around the room and laughed. "It seems that you've already done so." "Er a mistake. I was going to camp in the woods, but it came on to rain. The door of this house was unlatched. So I walked in and here I am." "Reasonable enough. It did rain.
To Philidor his companion seemed already weary. But when he suggested that perhaps they had better take to the road again she shook her head. "No, no. I've reached the soul of things felt the pulse-beats of humanity. I delight with Cleofonte, suffer with Stella. I'm learning to live, that's all." "I thought you looked a little tired," he said gently.
I'm only warning you that it isn't going to be easy warning you that you will be placed in positions that may be unpleasant to you, when our relations may be questioned " "I've considered that," quickly. "I'm prepared for that. I will do what is required of me." He took her hand and held it for a moment in his own, but she would not look at him. "Hermia " "What, Philidor?" "You're not angry?"
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