This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: .
Author: Vincent O'Sullivan
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... Vendred went slowly up-stairs. Rather to his surprise, in that house, he heard the piano tinkling out a popular song. Mrs. Dover sat where she had sat before, by the fire, and Vendred walked down the room and stood by her chair. The piano went on tinkling. "Is your neuralgia gone?" She had a large bound volume on her knees, the partition, as he saw, of some opera. She was turning over the leaves, but when he spoke she looked up and smiled. "Do you know this?" She closed the volume and showed the back on which the title was lettered. He saw it was Gluck's Iphigenia in Tauris. "Yes," he answered; "I heard it in Paris some years ago." She put the book on the floor by her chair. "They want me to give four performances at Aix-les-Bains next August, and I'm thinking it over. I don't believe I shall. It's such a fag all the way out there." "Yes," said Vendred; "and all for nothing, too." She seemed puzzled. "For nothing? I don't quite understand ' "I mean, as you're an amateur" "Oh, yes." She paused a moment, reflecting. "I suppose they'd make it worth my while," she said then with a slight laugh, and added as an after-thought, "It's not in England, you know." "They ought to give you what you want," he brought out with conviction. She laughed again. "Oh, I'm afraid they wouldn't do that. I'm afraid nobody does that." "I would," thought Vendred, and he thought it so vividly that he wondered whether she had been able to read it in his face. He rather wondered, too, why with such an instrument to raise considerable sums of money at her disposal, she did not avail herself of it to the utmost. Meanwhile, she glanced towards the door with rather an anxious and expectant look, as though she had been suddenly reminded of some one or something; and...