“Yes, but make it as few as possible, and bring the lady’s first. Then grilled chops with kidneys, and salad.”
Thea began eating celery stalks at once, from the base to the foliage. “Necker said something nice to me tonight. You might have thought the management would say something, but not they.” She looked at Fred from under her blackened lashes. “It was a stunt, to jump in and sing that second act without rehearsal. It doesn’t sing itself.”
Ottenburg was watching her brilliant eyes and her face. She was much handsomer than she had been early in the evening. Excitement of this sort enriched her. It was only under such excitement, he reflected, that she was entirely illuminated, or wholly present. At other times there was something a little cold and empty, like a big room with no people in it. Even in her most genial moods there was a shadow of restlessness, as if she were waiting for something and were exercising the virtue of patience. During dinner she had been as kind as she knew how to be, to him and to Archie, and had given them as much of herself as she could. But, clearly, she knew only one way of being really kind, from the core of her heart out; and there was but one way in which she could give herself to people largely and gladly, spontaneously. Even as a girl she had been at her best in vigorous effort, he remembered; physical effort, when there was no other kind at hand. She could be expansive only in explosions. Old Nathanmeyer had seen it. In the very first song Fred had ever heard her sing, she had unconsciously declared it.
Thea Kronborg turned suddenly from her talk with Archie and peered suspiciously into the corner where Ottenburg sat with folded arms, observing her. “What’s the matter with you, Fred? I’m afraid of you when you’re quiet,—fortunately you almost never are. What are you thinking about?”
“I was wondering how you got right with the orchestra so quickly, there at first. I had a flash of terror,” he replied easily.
She bolted her last oyster and ducked her head. “So had I! I don’t know how I did catch it. Desperation, I suppose; same way the Indian babies swim when they’re thrown into the river. I had to. Now it’s over, I’m glad I had to. I learned a whole lot to-night.”
Archie, who usually felt that it behooved him to be silent during such discussions, was encouraged by her geniality to venture, “I don’t see how you can learn anything in such a turmoil; or how you can keep your mind on it, for that matter.”
Thea glanced about the room and suddenly put her hand up to her hair. “Mercy, I’ve no hat on! Why didn’t you tell me? And I seem to be wearing a rumpled dinner dress, with all this paint on my face! I must look like something you picked up on Second Avenue. I hope there are no Colorado reformers about, Dr. Archie. What a dreadful old pair these people must be thinking you! Well, I had to eat.” She sniffed the savor of the grill as the waiter uncovered it. “Yes, draught beer, please. No, thank you, Fred, no champagne.—To go back to your question, Dr. Archie, you can believe I keep my mind on it. That’s the whole trick, in so far as stage experience goes; keeping right there every second. If I think of anything else for a flash, I’m gone, done for. But at the same time, one can take things in—with another part of your brain, maybe. It’s different from what you get in study, more practical and conclusive. There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. You learn the delivery of a part only before an audience.”
“Heaven help us,” gasped Ottenburg. “Weren’t you hungry, though! It’s beautiful to see you eat.”
“Glad you like it. Of course I’m hungry. Are you staying over for ‘Rheingold’ Friday afternoon?”