Part 13 (1/2)
Lorimer interposed hurriedly, for he felt the hostility in Bobby's tone, and he was ignorant of the thickness of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons's skin.
”Both, I should say from the make-up of your recital, Mrs. Avalons.
Society and art both spelled themselves with capital letters, that night.”
”I am sure it is very kind of you to say so,” she answered, while her pleasure brought the first sincere note into her voice. ”I tried to have something really good. But about this concert; we are to have a soprano from the Metropolitan Opera House, and possibly a violinist, and we want Mr. Thayer so much. Do you suppose we could get him?”
”It might depend a little upon the state of your finances,” Bobby suggested.
”Oh; but it is for charity, you know.”
”Yes, charity is supposed to be like mola.s.ses, sweet and cheap. It isn't very nouris.h.i.+ng to a professional man, though.”
”But Mr. Thayer is not poor.”
”That doesn't signify that he can give all his time for nothing,” Bobby answered rather warmly, considering that the question was utterly impersonal. ”If he sang every day, all winter, for some charity or other, he couldn't begin to get round in ten years. There ought to be a new mission started, a Society for the Protection of Over-begged Artists.”
”But I am only asking him for one charity.”
”That's all anybody is supposed to do. The time hasn't come yet when you syndicate the job, though I suppose it is only a matter of time.”
Mrs. Lloyd Avalons looked at him distrustfully for a moment; then she laughed with a dainty vagueness.
”You are so amusing, Mr. Dane! One never really knows whether you're in earnest or not. How many tickets did you say you would take?”
”One and a half,” Sally advised, while Bobby stared at Mrs. Lloyd Avalons in speechless disgust. ”He will go, and take me with him; but newspaper men are always admitted at half-rates.”
”And you really think Mr. Thayer will sing for us?” Mrs. Lloyd Avalons went on, turning back to Beatrix. ”It will be an advantage to him, in a way, to have sung under the auspices of our committee.”
This time, even Beatrix felt herself antagonized. Thayer belonged to her own cla.s.s, and her cla.s.s was scarcely of the type to need the official social sanction of Mrs. Lloyd Avalons.
”I have no idea at all in regard to the matter,” she answered a little coldly. ”Mr. Thayer appears to me to be able to hold his own, without the backing of any committee. It simply depends upon his personal generosity.”
”But it is such a worthy object. And don't you think we could get that little Arlt to fill in with?”
”From, by, in, or with charity, and to or for a charity?” Bobby asked savagely.
”Oh, of course, we couldn't pay him.” There was a falling inflection of the last word.
”Then I should advise him to decline charity altogether,” Bobby retorted.
”It would be an advantage to him to play on such a programme,” Mrs.
Lloyd Avalons a.s.serted, as she set down her cup.
”It would also be an advantage to him to get a little money, now and then.”
Mrs. Lloyd Avalons raised her brows. They were daintily-marked brows, and the expression suited her pretty, empty little face.