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"And do you know I really believe that there is a strong antipathy between West and East. I don't think Europeans and Americans really feel attracted by Arabs, except perhaps just at first because they are picturesque." "Americans!" cried Madame Sennier. "Why, anything to do with what they call color drives them quite mad!" "Negroes are not Arabs," said Charmian, almost warmly.
She was prompted, carried on, by two desires one, that Claude should be able to work hard as soon as possible; the other, that people should realize what an energetic, capable, and enthusiastic woman she was. The Madame Sennier spirit attended her in her goings out and her comings in, armed her with energy, with gaiety, with patience.
Shiffney and Madame Sennier, leaning down and up, exchanged sibilant and almost simultaneous hushes. Max Elliot heard them quite distinctly. They were the only part of the conversation which reached him. He was an old friend of Adelaide, and was devoted to the Senniers and to their cause. But he did not quite like this expedition.
And Madame Sennier, though she nodded and said a few words, scarcely seemed to remember who Charmian was. Only once did Charmian see a peculiarly keen expression in the yellow eyes as they looked at her. That was when some mention was made of a project of Crayford's, his intention to build a big opera house in London. Madame Sennier had shrugged her shoulders.
Madame Sennier, the composer's wife his second, the first killed herself. Very clever woman. She's not going to kill herself. Sennier says he could do nothing without her, never would have done this opera but for her. She found him the libretto, kept him at it, got the Covent Garden management interested in it, persuaded Annie Meredith to come over from South America to sing the part.
I say, let us plan out our campaign if Madame Sennier persists in her accusations." He sat down between them. "But first tell us exactly what you gave out to the pressmen to-night," said Alston. They talked till the dawn crept along the sky. When at last Alston got up to go, Claude said: "If three strong wills are worth anything we must succeed."
We were coming first. But if I know anything of Crayford we shall come first even now. It's all Madame Sennier. She's mad against Crayford and the opera and you, and she's specially mad against Mrs. Charmian. The papers to-night are full of a lot of nonsense about the libretto." "Which libretto?" "Yours.
"And those syrups of fruit, the strawberry, the greengage! And the omelettes of Jeanne, 'Jeanne la Grande," he flung forth his arms to indicate the breadth of the cook. "And the evenings of moonlight, when we wandered between the passion-flowers!" He blew a kiss. "Shall I forget them? Never!" Madame Sennier was evidently quite undisturbed. "You've given him a good time," she observed.
She felt a longing, which she checked, to add, "It is the day I decreed when I looked at Henriette Sennier!" But though she checked the longing, its birth had brought to her hope. She, a girl, had decreed this day and her decree had been obeyed. Her will had been exerted, and her will had triumphed. Nothing could break down that fact. Nothing could ever take from her the glory of that achievement.
Caroline hastily indicated her presence. "Come up! The darling, she shall have a piece of cake, two pieces! There! And the sugary part, too!" "You'll make her ill." "Never mind. If she is ill it is in a good cause. Claudie, just think, you are going to be another Jacques Sennier! It's too wonderful. And yet I knew it. Didn't I tell you that night in the opera house? I said it would be so.
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