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Since that song of his I forget the name, heart something or other her head has been completely turned about his talent. The fact is, Susan, Sennier's sudden fame has turned all their heads, the young composers, les jeunes, you know. They are all trying to write operas. In Paris it's too absurd! But an Englishman, with his temperament, too Oliver Cromwell in Harris tweed! she must be mad.

"But what's in the papers?" "A bit of news that's made Crayford bristle like a scrubbing brush. The Metropolitan's changed the date for the production of Sennier's new opera, put it forward by nearly a fortnight, pledged themselves to be ready by the first of March." "What does it matter?" "Well, I like that! It takes all the wind out of our sails. In a big race the getting off is half the battle.

All this now rose up, seemed to spread out before his mind as he walked in Battersea Park. And he said to himself, "It can't go on. I simply must get to work on something. I must get a grip on myself and my life again." He remembered the heat of his soul after he had heard Jacques Sennier's opera, the passion almost to do something great that had glowed in him, the longing for fame.

Margot really is rather a humbug!" "Still, she admires the right thing when she admires Sennier's talent," said Claude, with a sort of still decision. Charmian turned her eyes away from the fire and looked at him. "How odd you are!" she said, after a little pause. "Why? In what way am I odd?" "In almost every way, I think. But it's all right. You ought to be odd." "What do you mean, Charmian?"

We've fixed the locusts, and now we'll start in to fix all the rest of the cut-out." He had begun to call Claude's opera "the cut-out" because he said it was certain to cut out Sennier's work. The rumors about the weakness of Sennier's libretto had put the finishing touch to his pride and enthusiasm. Thenceforth he set no bounds to his expectations. "We've got a certainty!" he said.

Mulworth, Meroni, and it was even rumored Jimber declared, the most perfect rehearsal they had ever been present at. "Exactly three hours and a half!" Crayford had remarked when the curtain came down on the fourth act. "So we come ahead of the Metropolitan. I've just heard they've had a set back with Sennier's opera; can't produce for nearly a week after the date they'd settled.

"Sennier's success at the Metropolitan has nearly killed the New Era," said Elliot. "But Crayford has any amount of pluck, and a purse that seems inexhaustible. I suppose you know he's to be here to-night." "Mr. Jacob Crayford, the Impresario!" exclaimed Charmian. "He's in England?" "Arrived to-day by the Lusitania in search of talent, of someone who can 'produce the goods' as he calls it.

He remembered the night when Sennier's opera was produced, and it seemed to him impossible that such a night could ever come to him, be his night. He thought of it somewhat as a man thinks of Death, as his neighbor's visitant not as his own. "Chaw-lee!" shouted an imperative voice. "Chaw-ley! Chaw-lee!" "Ah!" cried a thin voice from somewhere behind the stage. "Get down that light!

"Probably she's immersed in Sennier's opera and won't bother about mine." "Women always bother." There was a "b-r-r-r!" in the lobby. Charmian started violently. "What can that be?" Claude went to the door, and returned with Armand Gillier. "Oh, Monsieur Gillier!" Charmian looked at Gillier's large and excited eyes. "You are coming with us?"

For I know how to run him, or any man that can produce the goods, twice as well as Sennier's run. There, old chap! I've given it you straight. Look what a success we've had with the song!" "And I found him that!" Charmian could not help saying quickly. "Find him a first-rate libretto, Mrs. Charmian! I'll tell you what, I know a lot of fellows in Paris who write.

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