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Updated: June 15, 2025
'Ill-mannered brute! exclaimed Logotheti in such a tone that Schreiermeyer must certainly have heard the words, though he did not even turn his head. 'I must speak to you at once, he was saying to Margaret, very hurriedly, as he led her away. 'It is all bosh, nonsense, stupid stuff, I tell you! Rubbish!
The people were half hysterical from the past danger, and when they saw, and realised, they did not wait for the end of the air, but sent up such a shout of applause as had never been heard in the Opera before and may not be heard there again. Instinctively the Primadonna sang the last bars, though no one heard her in the din, unless it was Schreiermeyer, who stood near her.
She shook her solid fist at Schreiermeyer and blinked violently again. 'It is outrageous! she cried again. 'Do you understand? 'Perfectly. 'Schreiermeyer! screamed Madame Bonanni. 'If you take no more notice of my complaints than that I refuse to finish the opera. I will not sing the rest of it! Find somebody else to go on. I am going home!
For one moment her cynicism would have surprised even Schreiermeyer; the next, the Primadonna herself was ashamed of it, quite independently of what her better self might have thought. Besides, it was certainly not for his money that her old inclination for Logotheti had begun to grow again. She could say so, truly enough, and when she felt sure of it she turned her eyes to see his face.
'Nothing can move that man! cried Madame Bonanni, in a helpless tone. 'Nothing but the sound of your marvellous voice, my angel artist, said Schreiermeyer. 'That always makes me weep, especially in the last act of this opera. Margaret could not fancy the manager blubbering, though she had more than once seen people in front with their handkerchiefs to their eyes during the scene in the tomb.
'I wish my bills were never more than that! Margaret laughed. 'Yes, said Schreiermeyer, still thoughtful. 'Stromboli understands money. He is a man of business. He makes his wife cook for him. 'I often cook for myself, said Fraeulein Ottilie quite simply. 'If I had a husband, I would cook for him too! She laughed like a child, without the slightest sourness.
I can get an injunction to prevent you from singing anywhere in Europe, pending suit. The other man will have to pay me before you can open your beautiful mouth to let the money out! Just remember that! You take my advice. You be an artist first and a lady afterwards when you have plenty of time, and you stick to old Schreiermeyer, and he'll stick to you. No nonsense, now, no stupid stuff! Eh?
'You forget that I am a real artist, with a real engagement! she answered. 'Yes, I forgot that. I wanted to! I can make Schreiermeyer forget it, too, if you will come. I'll hypnotise him. Will you authorise me? He smiled pleasantly but his long eyes were quite grave.
Each time some one went down there was a groan, stifled as instantly and surely as though the lips from which it came were quickly thrust under water. Schreiermeyer knew well enough that if nothing could be done within the next two minutes there would be an awful catastrophe; but he was helpless.
Margaret felt suddenly inclined to shut herself up in her room and send word that she had a headache and could not see them. But Schreiermeyer was there. He would telephone for three doctors, and would refuse to leave the house till they signed an assurance that she was perfectly well and able to begin rehearsing the Elisir d'Amore the next morning.
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