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Shiffney and Jonson Ramer sitting in the stalls not far from her. Mrs. Shiffney made a friendly gesture, lifting up her right hand. Charmian returned it, and set her teeth. "What does it matter? I don't care!" The act ended as it had begun in chaos. In the finale something went all wrong in the orchestra, and the whole thing had to be stopped. Miss Mardon was furious. There was an altercation.
"Of course. Leave the libretto entirely to me. He would be certain to suspect any move on your part." Madame Sennier's white face looked very hard as she nodded and left the room. She met the waiter bringing Mrs. Shiffney's tea at the door. When she and the waiter were both gone Mrs. Shiffney drank her tea on the balcony, sitting largely on a cane chair. She felt agreeably excited.
Shiffney and Ramer had vanished from the stalls, but Alston said they were still in the theater. They were having supper, too, in one of the lobbies. Crayford had just gone to see them. "And is he satisfied?" "Oh, yes. He says it's coming out all right." "But it can't be ready by the date he's fixed for the first night!" "Yes, it can. It's got to be." "Well, I don't see how it can be."
Madame Sennier would never be taken by the Devil because she was the hindmost. That was certain. Max Elliot began to talk to Sennier and Mrs. Shiffney. Susan Fleet went over to sit with them. And Charmian had an opportunity for conversation with Madame Sennier. She secretly shrank from her, yet she longed to be more intimate with her, to learn something from her.
But, of course, there was in him, as there is in almost every man of strong imagination and original talent, a restlessness like that of the physically strong man who has never tried and proved his strength in any combat. Mrs. Shiffney had appealed to his restlessness, which had driven Claude forth into the darkness of evening and now companioned him along the London ways.
Shiffney in the hall with Ferdinand, who was holding her cloak. "Oh, Charmian!" she said, turning quickly, with the cloak over one of her broad shoulders. "I heard from Claude Heath to-day." "Did you?" said Charmian languidly, looking about her at the crowd. "Yes. He can't come. His mother's got a cold and he doesn't like to leave her, or something.
But he decided not to do so, and continued, "What I mean is, do you genuinely care whether I succeed or not?" After a minute Mrs. Shiffney said: "Perhaps I care even more than Charmian does." Her large and intelligent eyes were still fixed upon Claude. She looked absolutely self-possessed, yet as if she were feeling something strongly, and meant him to be aware of that.
Shiffney kept away from the door and looked into the room through the window space next to it. She saw a long and rather narrow chamber, with a paved floor, strewn with clean straw mats, blue-green walls, and an orange-colored ceiling. Close to the door was the coffee niche.
But she is biased against you." Claude's eyes had become piercing. "I think," he said, "that if I were with Mrs. Shiffney at a rehearsal I should divine her real, her honest opinion, the opinion one has of a thing whether one wishes to have it or not. If she were to admire the opera " He paused. His face looked self-conscious. "Yes?" "I only mean that I think it might be the verdict in advance."
How I long to see them, the dear thousands shouting for Claude. I must go to Adelaide Shiffney. I must catch her before she goes. There can't be two opinions. An act like that is irresistible. Oh!" She almost rushed out of the box. In the stalls she came upon Mrs. Shiffney and Jonson Ramer who were standing up ready to go. A noise of departure came up from the hidden orchestra.
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