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But why should Adelaide suppose that Heath's acceptance might be dependent on anything done by Charmian? Mrs. Mansfield knew well, and respected, Mrs. Shiffney's haphazard cleverness, which, in matters connected with the worldly life, sometimes almost amounted to genius.
Mrs. Shiffney's position had always fascinated Charmian, because it was the position she would have loved to occupy. Even in her dislike, her complete distrust of Mrs. Shiffney, Charmian was attracted by her. Now she longed with increasing intensity to use Mrs. Shiffney as a test. Rehearsals of Claude's opera were being hurried on.
As if in answer to Millie Deans's words, Max Elliot moved away with her, and took her through the throng to Mrs. Shiffney, who turned round with her movement of the shoulders as they came up. Charmian, watching, saw Mrs. Shiffney's gay and careless smile, the piercing light in her eyes as she looked swiftly at the singer, who faced her with a tragic and determined expression.
"I want you to let us pendre la crémaillère to-morrow evening all alone, just you and I together." "In the studio?" "Of course." "Well, but" he smiled, then laughed rather awkwardly "but what could we do there all alone? What is there to do? And, besides, there's that party at Mrs. Shiffney's to-morrow night. We were both going to that." "We could go there afterward if we felt inclined.
Shiffney's last words to Susan, as she pulled down her thick white veil, opened her parasol, and stepped into the landau to drive up to the hotel. Madame Sennier was already in the carriage, where the composer lay back opposite to her with closed eyes.
What on earth had such a commonplace matter as marriage got to do with it? Her look, not to be misunderstood, brought Claude at once back to that firm ground on which he walked with Charmian and his own instinctive loyalty; an austere rubbish in Mrs. Shiffney's consideration of it. He unclasped his hands from his knees.
"I doubt if a yacht could take us there," said Heath, smiling as if to cover something grave or sad. A piercing look again came into Mrs. Shiffney's eyes. "I really hope I shall see you in Grosvenor Square," she said.
Shiffney's lips when she, Charmian, had taken Heath away from the little group by the fire, with that "when you've quite done with my only mother," which had been a tiny slap given to Mrs. Shiffney. And she had been sure that Mrs. Shiffney meant to know Heath. She had a great opinion of Mrs. Shiffney's social cleverness and audacity. Most girls who were much in London society had.
In the semi-obscurity Charmian saw a very big man, whom she had never seen before, getting up from a chair. "I beg your pardon," she exclaimed, startled. "I didn't know " "Charmian! Is it you?" Adelaide Shiffney's voice came from beyond the big man. "Adelaide! You've come to our rehearsal!" "Yes. Let me introduce Mr. Jonson Ramer to you. This is Mrs. Heath, Jonson, the genius's good angel.
Sit down with us for a minute, Charmian." Adelaide Shiffney's deep voice was almost suspiciously cordial. But Charmian's sense of relief was so great that she accepted the invitation, and sat down feeling strangely happy. But almost instantly with the laying to rest of one anxiety came the birth of another. "Well, what do you think of the opera?" she asked, trying to speak carelessly.
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