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He watched, and he coveted; and presently he fell to thinking of the wonderful things which money can do, when it is skilfully used; and he fell to scheming and plotting, and laying deep plans; and moreover he recalled the days when Margaret had first appeared to him as an animated work of art, and he remembered why he had persuaded Schreiermeyer to change the opera from Faust to Rigoletto.
The maids were mopping their faces with their handkerchiefs, and Madame De Rosa's fan was positively whirring. Schreiermeyer seemed quite indifferent to the temperature. He must nevertheless have been reflecting on Margaret's last remark when he slowly turned to her after a silence of nearly a minute. 'Have you a good action of the heart? he inquired, precisely as a doctor might have done.
When she had finished, Schreiermeyer and Logotheti turned their heads slowly, by a common instinct, looked at each other a moment and nodded gravely. Then Logotheti rose rather suddenly. 'What's the matter? asked the impresario. But the Greek had disappeared in the gloom of the house and Schreiermeyer merely shrugged his shoulders when he saw that his question had not been heard.
A short string of very large pearls was round her throat, and gleamed in the light as her breathing moved them. Schreiermeyer did not let Griggs come in, but went out to him, shut the door and stood with his back to it. Margaret did not look behind her, but crossed directly to the sofa and leaned over the dying girl, who was conscious and looked at her with inquiring eyes, not recognising her.
'Do you know that you are quite the rudest and most brutal person I ever met? inquired Margaret, raising her eyebrows. But Schreiermeyer now smiled in the most pleasant manner possible, ceased glaring, spread out his palms and put his head on one side as he answered her, apparently much pleased by her estimate of him. 'Ah, you are not phlegmatic, like Logotheti! We shall be good friends.
Somebody may have left her a fortune, you know. Her only reason for singing was that she was poor. 'Nonsense! cried Schreiermeyer, with a sort of suppressed yell. 'It is all bosh! Somebody has offered her more money, and you know who it is! You shall tell me! He was in a violent passion by this time, or seemed to be. 'You come here, suggesting and interfering with my prima donnas!
Schreiermeyer had unkindly told him that if he arrayed his figure in polished armour he would look like a silver teapot; and Stromboli was very sensitive to ridicule.
'Oh, do stop quarrelling! laughed Cordova as they reached the door of her box, for she had heard similar amenities exchanged twenty times already, and she knew that they meant nothing at all on either side. 'Have you any beer? inquired Stromboli of the Primadonna, as if nothing had happened. 'Bring some beer, Bob! Schreiermeyer called out over his shoulder to some one in the distance.
Undress me! she cried, turning to the three perspiring maids, not one of whom moved an inch at her summons. 'Oh, you won't? You are afraid of him? Ah, bah! I am not. Schreiermeyer, I refuse to go on; I absolutely refuse. Go away! I am going to undress. Thereupon she tore off her brown wig with a single movement and threw it across the room.
Singers who grow thin lose their voices. 'I never grew very fat, said Madame De Rosa, in a tone of regret. 'Precisely, my darling, answered Schreiermeyer. 'Therefore you retired.
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