The conductor of the orchestra rapped sharply on his desk, the music

ceased suddenly and he glared down at an unseen offender.

'D sharp!' he said, as if he were swearing at the man.

'I believe they hire their band from the deaf and dumb asylum,'

observed the tenor very audibly, but looking vaguely at the plaster

tail of the horse.

Some of the young women at the back of the stage giggled obsequiously

at this piece of graceful wit, but the orchestra manifested its

indignation by hissing. Thereupon the director rapped on his desk more

noisily than ever.

'Da capo,' he said, and the bows began to scrape and quiver again.

The tenor only hummed his part now, picking bits of straw out of the

plaster tail and examining them with evident interest.

'Is Miss Donne here?' Logotheti inquired of Schreiermeyer.

The impresario nodded indifferently, without looking round.

'I wish you had chosen Rigoletto for her début,' said the Greek.

'The part of Gilda is much better suited to her voice, take my word for

it.' 'What do you know about it?' asked Schreiermeyer, smiling faintly, just

enough to save the rude question from being almost insulting.

'When Gounod began Faust he was in love with a lady with a deep

voice,' answered Logotheti, 'but when he was near the end he was in

love with one who had a high voice. The consequence is that

Marguerite's part ranges over nearly three octaves, and is frightfully

trying, particularly for a beginner.' 'Bosh!' ejaculated the impresario, though he knew it was quite true.

He looked at the stage again, as if Logotheti did not exist.

'Oh, very well,' said the latter carelessly. 'It probably won't matter

much, as they say that Miss Donne is going to throw up her engagement,

and give up going on the stage.' He had produced an effect at last, for Schreiermeyer's jaw dropped as

he turned quickly.

'Eh? What? Who says she is not going to sing? What?' 'I dare say it is nothing but gossip,' Logotheti answered coolly. 'You

seem excited.' 'Excited? Eh? Some one has heard her sing and has offered her more! You

shall tell me who it is!' He gripped Logotheti's arm with fingers that

felt like talons. 'Tell me quickly!' he cried. 'I will offer her more,

more than anybody can! Tell me quickly.' 'Take care, you are spoiling my cuff,' said Logotheti. 'I know nothing

about it, beyond that piece of gossip. Of course you are aware that she

is a lady. Somebody may have left her a fortune, you know. Her only

reason for singing was that she was poor.' 'Nonsense!' cried Schreiermeyer, with a sort of suppressed yell. 'It is

all bosh! Somebody has offered her more money, and you know who it is!

You shall tell me!' He was in a violent passion by this time, or seemed

to be. 'You come here, suggesting and interfering with my prima donnas!

You are in league, damn you! Damn you, you are a conspiracy!' His face was as white as paper, his queer eyes blazed through his

glasses, and his features were disfigured with rage. He showed his

teeth and hissed like a wildcat; his nervous fingers fastened

themselves upon Logotheti's arm.




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