I protested with a gesture.

"Lord Clarenceux died. And I am alone. I was terribly lonely after his

death. I missed his jealousy."

"He was jealous?"

"He was the most jealous man, I think, who ever lived. His jealousy

escorted me everywhere like a guard of soldiers. Yet I liked him even

for that. He was genuine; so sincere, so masterful with it. In all

matters his methods were drastic. If he had been alive I should not be

tormented by the absurd fears which I now allow to get the better of

me."

"Fears! About what?"

"To be frank, about my debut at the Opéra Comique. I can imagine," she

smiled, "how he would have dealt with that situation."

"You are afraid of something?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I merely fear.... There is Carlotta Deschamps."

"Miss Rosa, a few minutes ago you called me your friend." My voice was

emotional; I felt it.

"I did, because you are. I have no claim on you, but you have been

very good to me."

"You have the best claim on me. Will you rely on me?"

We looked at each other.

"I will," she said. I stood before her, and she took my hand.

"You say you fear. I hope your fears are groundless--candidly, I can't

see how they can be otherwise. But suppose anything should happen.

Well, I shall be at your service."

At that moment some one knocked and entered. It was Yvette. She

avoided my glance.

"Madame will take her egg-and-milk before going to rehearsal?"

"Yes, Yvette. Bring it to me here, please."

"You have a rehearsal to-day?" I asked. "I hope I'm not detaining

you."

"Not at all. The call is for three o'clock. This is the second one,

and they fixed the hour to suit me. It is really my first rehearsal,

because at the previous one I was too hoarse to sing a note."

I rose to go.

"Wouldn't you like to come with me to the theatre?" she said with an

adorable accent of invitation.

My good fortune staggered me.

After she had taken her egg-and-milk we set out.




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