Claude disappeared.
The black coffee which Charmian had drunk excited her. But it helped her. As she went back into the theater for the fourth and last act she felt suddenly stronger, more hopeful. She was able to say to herself, "This is only a rehearsal. Rehearsals always go badly. If they don"t actors and singers think it a bad sign. Of course the opera cannot sound really well when they keep stopping." Another thing helped her now. She was joined by Alston Lake who was not on in the last act. He took her to a box and they ensconced themselves in it together. Then he produced from the capacious pockets of his overcoat a box of delicious sandwiches and a small bottle of white wine. The curtain was still down. They had time for a gay little supper.
How Charmian enjoyed it and Alston"s optimism! The world changed. She saw everything in another light. She ate, drank, talked, laughed. Mrs.
Shiffney and Ramer had vanished from the stalls, but Alston said they were still in the theater. They were having supper, too, in one of the lobbies. Crayford had just gone to see them.
"And is he satisfied?"
"Oh, yes. He says it"s coming out all right."
"But it can"t be ready by the date he"s fixed for the first night!"
"Yes, it can. It"s got to be."
"Well, I don"t see how it can be."
"It will be. Crayford has said so. And that settles it."
"What an extraordinary man he is!"
"He"s a great man!"
"Alston!"
"Yes, Mrs. Charmian?"
"He wouldn"t make a great mistake, would he?"
"A mistake!"
"I mean a huge mistake."
"Not he! There goes the curtain at last."
"And there"s Adelaide Shiffney coming in again. She is going to stay to the end. If only this act goes well!"
She shut her eyes for a minute and found herself praying. The coffee, the little supper had revived her. She felt renewed. All fatigue had left her. She was alert, intent, excited, far more self-possessed than she had been at any other period of the night. And she felt strongly responsive. The power of Gillier"s libretto culminated in the last act, which was short, fierce, concentrated, and highly dramatic. In it Enid Mardon had a big acting chance. She and Gillier had become great allies, on account of her admiration of his libretto. Gillier, who had been with her many times during the night, now slipped into the front row of the stalls to watch his divinity.
"There"s Gillier!" whispered Charmian. "He"s mad about Miss Mardon."
"She"s a great artist."
"I know. But, oh, how I hate her!"
"Why?"
But Charmian would not tell him. And now they gave themselves to the last act.
It went splendidly, without a hitch. After the misery of the third act this successful conclusion was the more surprising. It swept away all Charmian"s doubts. She frankly exulted. It even seemed to her that never at any time had she felt any doubts about the fate of the opera. From the first its triumph had been a foregone conclusion. From the abysses she floated up to the peaks and far above them.
"Oh, Alston, it"s too wonderful!" she exclaimed. "If only there were someone to applaud!"
"There"ll be a crowd in a few days."
"How glorious! How I long to see them, the dear thousands shouting for Claude. I must go to Adelaide Shiffney. I must catch her before she goes. There can"t be two opinions. An act like that is irresistible.
Oh!"
She almost rushed out of the box.
In the stalls she came upon Mrs. Shiffney and Jonson Ramer who were standing up ready to go. A noise of departure came up from the hidden orchestra. Voices were shouting behind the scenes. In a moment the atmosphere of the vast theater seemed to have entirely changed. Night and the deadness of slumber seemed falling softly, yet heavily, about it. The musicians were putting their instruments into cases and bags. A black cat stole furtively unseen along a row of stalls, heading away from Charmian.
"So you actually stayed to the end!" Charmian said.
Her eyes were fastened on Mrs. Shiffney.
"Oh, yes. We couldn"t tear ourselves away, could we, Mr. Ramer?"
"No, indeed!"
"The last act is the best of all," Mrs. Shiffney said.
"Yes, isn"t it?" said Charmian.
There was a slight pause. Then Ramer said:
"I must really congratulate you, Mrs. Heath. I don"t know your husband unfortunately, but--"
"Here he is!" said Charmian.
At this moment Claude came toward them, holding himself, she thought, unusually upright, almost like a man who has been put through too much drill. With a determined manner, and smiling, he came up to them.
"I feel almost ashamed to have kept you here to this hour," he said to Mrs. Shiffney. "But really for a rehearsal it didn"t go so badly, did it?"
"Wonderfully well we thought. Mr. Ramer wants to congratulate you."
She introduced the two men to one another.
"Yes, indeed!" said Ramer. "It"s a most interesting work--most interesting." He laid a heavy emphasis on the repeated words, and glanced sideways at Mrs. Shiffney, whose lips were fixed in a smile.
"And how admirably put on!"
He ran on for several minutes with great self-possession.
"Miss Mardon is quite wonderful!" said Mrs. Shiffney, when he stopped.
And she talked rapidly for some minutes, touching on various points in the opera with a great deal of deftness.
"As to Alston Lake, he quite astonished us!" she said presently. "He is going to be a huge success."
She discussed the singers, showing her usual half-slipshod discrimination, dropping here and there criticisms full of acuteness.