"If he has been making love to Rosa," said Mrs. Sullivan slowly,

"whether she has refused him or not, it's a misfortune for him, that's

all."

"Oh, you women! you women!" Sullivan smiled. "How fond you are of each

other."

Mrs. Sullivan disdained to reply to her spouse.

"And, let me tell you," she added, "he has been making love to her."

The talk momentarily ceased, and in order to demonstrate that I was

not tongue-tied in the company of these celebrities, I ventured to

inquire what Lord Clarenceux, whose riches and eccentricities had

reached even the Scottish newspapers, had to do with the matter.

"Lord Clarenceux was secretly engaged to Rosa in Vienna," Sir Cyril

replied. "That was about two and a half years ago. He died shortly

afterwards. It was a terrible shock for her. Indeed, I have always

thought that the shock had something to do with her notorious quarrel

with us. She isn't naturally quarrelsome, so far as I can judge,

though really I have seen very little of her."

"By the way, what was the real history of that quarrel?" said

Sullivan. "I only know the beginning of it, and I expect Carl doesn't

know even that, do you, Carl?"

"No," I murmured modestly. "But perhaps it's a State secret."

"Not in the least," Sir Cyril said, turning to me. "I first heard Rosa

in Genoa--the opera-house there is more of a barn even than this, and

a worse stage than this used to be, if that's possible. She was

nineteen. Of course, I knew instantly that I had met with the chance

of my life. In my time I have discovered eleven stars, but this was a

sun. I engaged her at once, and she appeared here in the following

July. She sang twelve times, and--well, you know the sensation there

was. I had offered her twenty pounds a night in Genoa, and she seemed

mighty enchanted.

"After her season here I offered her two hundred pounds a night for

the following year; but Lord Clarenceux had met her then, and she

merely said she would think it over. She wouldn't sign a contract. I

was annoyed. My motto is, 'Never be annoyed,' but I was. Next to

herself, she owed everything to me. She went to Vienna to fulfil an

engagement, and Lord Clarenceux after her. I followed. I saw her, and

I laid myself out to arrange terms of peace.

"I have had difficulties with prime donne before, scores of times.

Yes; I have had experience." He laughed sardonically. "I thought I

knew what to do. Generally a prima donna has either a pet dog or a pet

parrot--sopranos go in for dogs, contraltos seem to prefer parrots. I

have made a study of these agreeable animals, and I have found that

through them their mistresses can be approached when all other avenues

are closed. I can talk doggily to poodles in five languages, and in

the art of administering sugar to the bird I am, I venture to think,

unrivalled. But Rosa had no pets. And after a week's negotiation, I

was compelled to own myself beaten. It was a disadvantage to me that

she wouldn't lose her temper. She was too polite; she really was

grateful for what I had done for her. She gave me no chance to work on

her feelings. But beyond all this there was something strange about

Rosa, something I have never been able to fathom. She isn't a child

like most of 'em. She's as strong-headed as I am myself, every bit!"




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