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"A parterre box," Undine corrected, ignoring the exclamation, and continuing to address herself to her father. "Friday's the stylish night, and that new tenor's going to sing again in 'Cavaleeria," she condescended to explain. "That so?" Mr. Spragg thrust his hands into his waistcoat pockets, and began to tilt his chair till he remembered there was no wall to meet it.

The Tenor never sang better than upon that occasion, and he had scarcely reached his cottage after the service was over, when the impresario burst in upon him, having, in his eagerness, omitted the ceremony of knocking. He seized the Tenor's hand, exclaiming in broken English: "Oh, my tear froind, you are an ideal!"

The building of these two houses was considered an extravagance, and had caused the Close to point the finger at him for a while; but when someone declared that the unfortunate Tenor had probably inherited much of his mother's recklessness, and was not therefore responsible as other people were, the suggestion was considered reasonable enough, and from that time forward the Tenor's expensive tastes were held to be separate matter for commiseration; the truth being that Morningquest could not bear to be on bad terms with the Tenor, and would have found an excuse for him had he outraged the best preserved prejudices it ever held.

In the same way Halevy, the composer of La Juive, had to re-arrange and transpose his score, for Adolphe Nourrit, the great Paris tenor, in 1835, when the opera was first produced, was jealous of the splendid part the bass had been given, the tenor's role being quite insignificant.

You have no one to interfere with you." "I have no one to interfere with me," the Tenor repeated, thoughtfully, "Perhaps it would be better for me if I had." "By better you mean happier," the Boy responded, clasping both hands round the Tenor's arm. The latter looked down at him, wondering a little, but not displeased.

For the moment, she was master of the situation, and she began at once as if the whole thing were a matter of course. Catching an involuntary glance of the Tenor's, she put both hands up to her head as the Boy would have done so the Tenor, still confused between the two, expressed it to himself; and the old familiar gesture sent another pang through his heart.

The lady in the canon's pew held the music of the anthem before her, and had been following that; but when the first clear notes of the Tenor's voice rang through the building she looked up as if in surprise, their eyes met, and with a shock the Tenor awoke from his lethargy, faltered for a moment, and then stopped.

Boat" and he stopped prancing in order to point his long forefinger at the Tenor's chest "boat you are an actor born, my froind! You was the Prince of Devotion himself jus' now. You do that part as if you feel him too!

Clear, strong, free rang the young tenor's voice and then it broke into "Comment tu dis que Claire est la?" whereat Monsieur Paul smiled. "That will be the next wedding what shall I devise for that? That will also be the ending of a long lawsuit. But he should have sung the last verse the prettiest of all. Mathieu!" Paul lifted his voice, calling into the dark. "Oui, Monsieur Paul!"

For this, with the handsome, strong young face upturned, the smooth white throat, the dark brown braids pinned close to the head, all wet and shining; this was not the Boy, but the Tenor's own lady, his ideal of purity, his goddess of truth, his angel of pity, as, in his foolishly fond way idealizing, he had been accustomed to consider her. It was Angelica herself!

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