“Yes, it is strange.... But you promise me that you’ll go and see him as soon as you’ve sung Margaret—the following day.”
“Yes, dear, I promise you I’ll do that.”
“You’ll send him a box for the first night?”
“He wouldn’t sit in a box. If he went at all, it would be in some obscure place where he would not be seen.”
“You had better send him a box, a stall and a dress circle, then he can take his choice.... But perhaps you had better not send. His presence among the audience would only make you nervous.”
“No, on the contrary, his presence would make me sing.”
For whatever reason she had certainly sung and acted with exceptional force and genius, and Margaret was at once lifted out of the obscurity into which it was slipping and took rank with her Elizabeth and her Elsa. As they drove h
