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There was no question, of course, of any rivalry between Heath, an almost unknown man, and Sennier, a man now of world-wide fame. Yet these two women were certainly on the qui vive. It was very absurd, he thought. But it was also rather disagreeable to him. He began to wish that Henriette were not so almost viciously determined to keep the path clear for her husband.
Besides, it makes a story, works up public interest. Still, I think she might have kept out Mrs. Charmian's name." "Charmian is in it?" "Yes, a lot of rubbish about her hearing what a stunner the libretto was, and rushing over to Paris to bribe it away before Sennier had considered it in its finished state." "How abominable! I shall " "I know, but I wouldn't.
"If it should be Claude come back!" she said. "Would he ring?" asked Susan. "No. But he might!" At this moment a loud murmur of talk was audible in the hall, and then a voice exclaiming: "Ca ne fait rien! Ca ne fait rien! Laissez moi passer, mon bon!" "Surely it's Monsieur Sennier!" exclaimed Charmian.
Charmian was on a divan beside Madame Sennier. "A clever man!" said Madame Sennier, decisively. "I met him once at the opera. You remember, Jacques, I told you what he said about your orchestration?" "Yes, yes, about my use of the flutes in connection with muted strings and the horns to give the effect of water." "I want Monsieur Sennier to know him," said Mrs. Shiffney.
Madame Sennier seemed unimpressed, and at that moment the others came in from the garden. But Charmian, why she did not know, felt increasing regret for her inadvertence. She even wished that Madame Sennier had shown some emotion, surprise, even contemptuous incredulity. The complete blankness of the Frenchwoman at that moment made Charmian uneasy. When they were all going Mrs.
Now, as he lay in his narrow berth in the wagon-lit jolting toward Constantine, he read some of Adelaide Shiffney's prose. Faintly, for the train was noisy, he heard voices in the next compartment, where Mrs. Shiffney and Madame Sennier were talking in their berths. Mrs. Shiffney was in the top berth. That fact gave the measure of Madame Sennier's iron will.
It was inconceivable that he could ever feel embarrassed or self-conscious. At first, after his unexpected entry, Charmian had been almost painfully preoccupied. Sennier, without apparently noticing this, broke her preoccupation down. He was an egoist, but a singularly amusing and even attractive one, throwing open every door, and begging you to admire and delight in every room.
He may pretend as much as he likes, but he's got nothing up his sleeve" the yellow eyes had fixed themselves upon Charmian with an intent look that was almost like a look of inquiry. To Sennier she had only spoken twice. The first time he had forgotten who she was.
Charmian received all the "cuttings" which dealt with the works and their composers, with herself and Madame Sennier, from a newspaper clipping bureau. And during these days of furious preparation she read no other literature. Whenever she was in the hotel, and not with people, she was poring over these articles, or tabulating and arranging them in books.
Suddenly she drew back rather sharply. She had just seen, in the midst of the crowd, the tall figure of Claude Heath moving toward the café immediately opposite to her balcony. "Is my tea never coming?" she said. "I think I shall get into a tea-gown and lie down a little before dinner." Madame Sennier followed her into the room. "Till dinner, then," she said. "We are sure to see them, I suppose?"
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