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She knew he had friends, acquaintances, made during his time at the College of Music, through the introductions he had brought to London from Cornwall, through family connections. Human intercourse must be part of every life. But she was glad, very glad, that neither Mrs. Shiffney nor Max Elliot had persuaded him into the world where artists are handed on and on till they "know everybody."
They stayed in the doorway of the café. Mrs. Shiffney and Claude leaned on the wall, looking down into the vast void from which rose the cool wind and the sound of water. "What would I give to be a creative artist!" she said. "That must add so much meaning to all this. Do you know how fortunate you are? Do you know you possess the earth?"
When he was gone, when his extraordinary personality was withdrawn, Charmian's painful preoccupation returned. She had sent Claude away because she did not wish Adelaide Shiffney to meet him. It had been an instinctive action, not preceded by any train of reasoning. Adelaide was coming out of curiosity. Therefore her curiosity should not be gratified.
"What will Madame pay?" interposed Said Hitani. Mrs. Shiffney declared seriously that she would think it over, make a calculation, and Amor should convey her decision as to price to him on the morrow. All seemed well satisfied with this. And the tarah-player remarked, after a slight pause, that he would wait to know about the price before he decided whether he would be too sick to play in London.
At this moment Claude came toward them, holding himself, she thought, unusually upright, almost like a man who has been put through too much drill. With a determined manner, and smiling, he came up to them. "I feel almost ashamed to have kept you here to this hour," he said to Mrs. Shiffney. "But really for a rehearsal it didn't go so badly, did it?" "Wonderfully well we thought. Mr.
Shiffney leaned desperately out over the side of her narrow berth. "Claude Heath or I'll make him." "I never cared very much for the one Jacques is setting for the Metropolitan. But it was the best sent in. I chose it. I read nearly a hundred. It would be just like Gillier to write something really fine, and then not to let us see it. I always knew he was clever and might succeed some day."
Shiffney asked him to come on the yacht." "Oh! Mr. Heath!" observed Miss Fleet. Charmian thought she detected a slight change in the deep chest tone of her companion's voice. "D'you know him?" she asked, almost sharply. "No." "Have you seen him?" "No, never. I only heard that he might be coming from Adelaide, and then that he wasn't coming." "He knew I was coming and he refused to come.
She and he got on excellently when they were together and quite admirably when they were parted, as they very often were, for yachting made Mr. Shiffney feel "remarkably cheap." As he much preferred to feel expensive he had nothing to do with The Wanderer unless she lay snug in harbor. His hobby was racing.
Shiffney seldom entertained on a very large scale. "One bore, or one frump, can ruin a party," was a favorite saying of hers. But even she, now and then, condescended to "clear people off." Charmian realized that Adelaide was making a clearance to-night. Since her marriage with Claude she had not been invited to No. 14 B Mrs. Shiffney's number in the Square before.
And I never thoroughly realized that till I met you." "And I live in loneliness, outside of it all, of everything almost." Lightly she answered: "With Mrs. Shiffney and others holding open the door, holding up the lamp, and imploring you to come in, to come right in as they say on the other side of the Atlantic." "You don't do that." "Do you wish me to?" "I don't know what I wish.
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