Bohemianism -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Hobart rose from the piano and came to put his firm hands on her
shoulders. “Genius has as many symptoms as measles,” he said abruptly.
“I’m afraid you’ve every last one of them!”
“You mean,” she said, tense as an unsprung trap, “that it is going to be
worth while?” Things were black and queerly shaped to her eyes, due to
annoying tears. She thought Hobart’s face a dozen cynical, smiling faces
peeping at her from all sides. “Is it worth while, if I work very, very
hard?”
“Thurley (almost Hoskins) Precore,” it was as if he pronounced a
decree, “for us to stand here and exchange the compliments and promises
and superlative statements we are both thinking would be as annoying
as women haggling over which shall pay the cabfare! We could drag all
manner of red herring over the course and merely waste smart sentences
which are in demand for after-dinner speeches. But if you work as I tell
you and do not become personal either in your relationship with me or
your other musical associates—it isn’t as hard-hearted as it sounds—and
if this presuming young rustic from Birge’s Backyard stays in the
offing—well—you’ll make your début in about a year!”
Thurley did not answer.
“If you are going to faint,” he continued nonchalantly, “the settle
is well-cushioned and handy. I had to have one put in here, for they
would go down in absurd little lumps all about the room—sometimes with
joy, more often rage! I see you are not going to faint, so please sing
something else—something to show up the bad spots. _Marguerite_ is rather
full of deceptive curlycues—ah, I know—hymns—yes, real old-time gospel
hymns! Then we’ll do more exercises, because fright has taken wings.”
He played half a dozen hymns, all of which she sang without hesitation,
laughing down at him between stanzas. She could not understand her
attitude towards this baffling, fearsome person, young-old or old-young
whichever he might prove to be. She found herself wondering if she would
ever meet Ernestine Christian and Collin Hedley and Caleb Patmore, or if
being impersonal was to exclude them as well as Hobart....
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