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Her mother would never have to make an effort again. Dr. Archie went up to Moonstone at once. He had great confidence in Mrs. Kronborg's power of will, and if Thea's appeal took hold of her enough, he believed she might get better. But when he was shown into the familiar room off the parlor, his heart sank. Mrs. Kronborg was lying serene and fateful on her pillows.
But, lost in happy thoughts inwoven with delicate threads of sound from Thea's violin she forgot all about it, till the warmth of her cheek nestled against the cool pillow. Too lazy and comfortable to stir, she told her foolish heart that to-morrow morning would do quite as well. But the light of morning dimmed, a little, her mood of exalted assurance.
At this moment Theä's voice is heard in the far distance, singing a few mystical, mournful bars of music, and the curtain falls. This is the 'argument, the other four acts work it out. The next act opens in a restaurant of to-day in the Bois de Boulogne, near Paris.
After she had returned to her bed, the maid brought her letters and the morning papers with her breakfast. "Telephone Mr. Landry and ask him if he can come at half-past three, Theresa, and order tea to be brought up at five." When Howard Archie was admitted to Thea's apartment that afternoon, he was shown into the music-room back of the little reception room.
The Progressive Euchre Club was the only social organization in the town that entirely escaped Tillie. After Tillie sat down, the Ladies' Quartette sang, "Beloved, it is Night," and then it was Thea's turn. The "Ballade" took ten minutes, which was five minutes too long. The audience grew restive and fell to whispering. Thea could hear Mrs.
"But I guess she'll take a finer instrument than that with her, back to Sweden!" she added. Her tone fairly startled the doctor, it was so vibrating with a fierce, defiant kind of pride he had heard often in Thea's voice. He looked down wonderingly at his old friend and patient. After all, one never knew people to the core.
Harsanyi noticed this, also, and thought it very strange behavior. Another thing that puzzled Harsanyi was Thea's apparent lack of curiosity. Several times he offered to give her tickets to concerts, but she said she was too tired or that it "knocked her out to be up late."
But, under cover of the dusk, her hand found his and closed on it hard. The characteristic impulse heartened him amazingly, as he followed Arúna down the ghostly stairway, through marble cloisters into the hanging garden, misted with moonlight, fragrant with orange trees. And now there was more than Thea's hand-clasp to uphold him.
He picked up a paper-cutter and, feeling the edge of it softly with his fingers, he added slowly, as if to himself: "He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To win...or lose it all." Thea's lips parted; she looked at him from under a frown, searching his face. "Do you mean to break loose, too, and do something?" she asked in a low voice.
Fred picked up his hat and gloves and followed the creature, who seemed an aged boy in uniform, through dark corridors that smelled of old carpets. The page knocked at the door of Thea's sitting-room, and then wandered away. Thea came to the door with a telegram in her hand. She asked Ottenburg to come in and pointed to one of the clumsy, sullen-looking chairs that were as thick as they were high.
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