I wished to sing the duet with you--but
no--you begin Monday--and Miss Burgoyne comes back Monday--"
"Does she? I thought she was ordered a long rest."
Nina laughed.
"She sees in the papers that you come back--it is to be a great
occasion--she says to herself, 'Will he sing with that Italian girl? No!
Let my throat be well or ill, I am going back;' and she is coming, Leo.
Never mind; I am to have the part of Clara; is it not an advancement?
And everything is so much more comfortable now; Miss Girond has taken a
room with Mrs. Grey; then we go home always together, and she has the
use of the piano--"
"Miss Ross, please!" called a voice at the door.
"All right!" she called in reply.
"The chorus is on, miss."
"All right!"
"Ah," she continued, "it is so good to see you back, Leo; yes, yes?
London was a stranger city when you were away--there was no one. And it
is all you I have to thank, Leo, for my introduction here and my
good-fortune--"
"Oh, nonsense, Nina!" he said. "What else could I have done? It isn't
you who ought to thank me--it's Lehmann; I consider him precious lucky
to have got a substitute for Miss Burgoyne so easily.
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