THE SONG OF THE LARK
let alone my best. I wish you could hear me sing well, once," she turned to Fred defiantly; "I have, a few times in my life, when there was nothing to gain by it."
Fred approached her again and held out his hand. "I recall my instructions, and now I 'll leave you to fight it out with Archie. He can't possibly represent managerial stupidity to you as I seem to have a gift for doing."
As he smiled down at her, his good humor, his good wishes, his understanding, embarrassed her and recalled her to herself. She kept her seat, still holding his hand. "All the same, Fred, is n't it too bad, that there are so many things—" She broke off with a shake of the head.
"My dear girl, if I could bridge over the agony between now and Friday for you— But you know the rules of the game; why torment yourself? You saw the other night that you had the part under your thumb. Now walk, sleep, play with Archie, keep your tiger hungry, and she 'll spring all right on Friday. I 'll be there to see her, and there 'll be more than I, I suspect. Harsanyi 's on the Wilhelm der Grosse; gets in on Thursday."
"Harsanyi?" Thea's eye lighted. "I have n't seen him for years. We always miss each other." She paused, hesitating. "Yes, I should like that. But he 'll be busy, maybe?"
"He gives his first concert at Carnegie Hall, week after next. Better send him a box if you can."
"Yes, I 'll manage it." Thea took his hand again. "Oh, I should like that, Fred!" she added impulsively. "Even if I were put out, he 'd get the idea,"—she threw back her head,—"for there is an idea!"
"Which won't penetrate here," he tapped his brow and began to laugh. "You are an ungrateful huzzy, comme les autres!"
Thea detained him as he turned away. She pulled a flower out of a bouquet on the piano and absently drew the stem through the lapel of his coat. "I shall be walking
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