THE SONG OF THE LARK
and when Kronborg came out alone they gathered her into the cab and sprang in after her.
Thea sank back into a corner of the back seat and yawned. "Well, I got through, eh?" Her tone was reassuring. "On the whole, I think I 've given you gentlemen a pretty lively evening, for one who has no social accomplishments."
"Rather! There was something like a popular uprising at the end of the second act. Archie and I could n't keep it up as long as the rest of them did. A howl like that ought to show the management which way the wind is blowing. You probably know you were magnificent."
"I thought it went pretty well," she spoke impartially. "I was rather smart to catch his tempo there, at the beginning of the first recitative, when he came in too soon, don't you think? It 's tricky in there, without a rehearsal. Oh, I was all right! He took that syncopation too fast in the beginning. Some singers take it fast there—think it sounds more impassioned. That 's one way!" She sniffed, and Fred shot a mirthful glance at Archie. Her boastfulness would have been childish in a schoolboy. In the light of what she had done, of the strain they had lived through during the last two hours, it made one laugh,—almost cry. She went on, robustly: "And I did n't feel my dinner, really, Fred. I am hungry again, I 'm ashamed to say,—and I forgot to order anything at my hotel."
Fred put his hand on the door. "Where to? You must have food."
"Do you know any quiet place, where I won't be stared at? I 've still got make-up on."
"I do. Nice English chop-house on Forty-fourth Street. Nobody there at night but theater people after the show, and a few bachelors." He opened the door and spoke to the driver.
As the car turned, Thea reached across to the front seat and drew Dr. Archie's handkerchief out of his breast pocket.
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