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room　the　children　were　sent　to　bed　and　Mrs。　Harsanyi



took　Thea　into　the　studio。　　She　and　her　husband　usually



sat　there　in　the　evening。







　　　　　Although　their　apartment　seemed　so　elegant　to　Thea；　it



was　small　and　cramped。　　The　studio　was　the　only　spacious



room。　　The　Harsanyis　were　poor；　and　it　was　due　to　Mrs。



Harsanyi's　good　management　that　their　lives；　even　in



hard　times；　moved　along　with　dignity　and　order。　　She



had　long　ago　found　out　that　bills　or　debts　of　any　kind



frightened　her　husband　and　crippled　his　working　power。



He　said　they　were　like　bars　on　the　windows；　and　shut　out















the　future；　they　meant　that　just　so　many　hundred　dollars'



worth　of　his　life　was　debilitated　and　exhausted　before　he



got　to　it。　　So　Mrs。　Harsanyi　saw　to　it　that　they　never



owed　anything。　　Harsanyi　was　not　extravagant；　though　he



was　sometimes　careless　about　money。　　Quiet　and　order



and　his　wife's　good　taste　were　the　things　that　meant　most



to　him。　　After　these；　good　food；　good　cigars；　a　little　good



wine。　　He　wore　his　clothes　until　they　were　shabby；　until　his



wife　had　to　ask　the　tailor　to　come　to　the　house　and　mea…



sure　him　for　new　ones。　　His　neckties　she　usually　made　her…



self；　and　when　she　was　in　shops　she　always　kept　her　eye



open　for　silks　in　very　dull　or　pale　shades；　grays　and　olives；



warm　blacks　and　browns。







　　　　　When　they　went　into　the　studio　Mrs。　Harsanyi　took　up



her　embroidery　and　Thea　sat　down　beside　her　on　a　low



stool；　her　hands　clasped　about　her　knees。　　While　his　wife



and　his　pupil　talked；　Harsanyi　sank　into　a　CHAISE　LONGUE　in



which　he　sometimes　snatched　a　few　moments'　rest　between



his　lessons；　and　smoked。　　He　sat　well　out　of　the　circle　of　the



lamplight；　his　feet　to　the　fire。　　His　feet　were　slender　and



well　shaped；　always　elegantly　shod。　　Much　of　the　grace　of



his　movements　was　due　to　the　fact　that　his　feet　were　almost



as　sure　and　flexible　as　his　hands。　　He　listened　to　the　con…



versation　with　amusement。　　He　admired　his　wife's　tact



and　kindness　with　crude　young　people；　she　taught　them



so　much　without　seeming　to　be　instructing。　　When　the



clock　struck　nine；　Thea　said　she　must　be　going　home。







　　　　　Harsanyi　rose　and　flung　away　his　cigarette。　　〃Not　yet。



We　have　just　begun　the　evening。　　Now　you　are　going　to



sing　for　us。　　I　have　been　waiting　for　you　to　recover　from



dinner。　　Come；　what　shall　it　be？〃　he　crossed　to　the　piano。







　　　　　Thea　laughed　and　shook　her　head；　locking　her　elbows



still　tighter　about　her　knees。　　〃Thank　you；　Mr。　Harsanyi；



but　if　you　really　make　me　sing；　I'll　accompany　myself。



You　couldn't　stand　it　to　play　the　sort　of　things　I　have　to



sing。〃



















　　　　　As　Harsanyi　still　pointed　to　the　chair　at　the　piano；　she



left　her　stool　and　went　to　it；　while　he　returned　to　his　CHAISE



LONGUE。　　Thea　looked　at　the　keyboard　uneasily　for　a　mo…



ment；　then　she　began　〃Come；　ye　Disconsolate；〃　the　hymn



Wunsch　had　always　liked　to　hear　her　sing。　　Mrs。　Harsanyi



glanced　questioningly　at　her　husband；　but　he　was　looking



intently　at　the　toes　of　his　boots；　shading　his　forehead　with



his　long　white　hand。　　When　Thea　finished　the　hymn　she



did　not　turn　around；　but　immediately　began　〃The　Ninety



and　Nine。〃　　Mrs。　Harsanyi　kept　trying　to　catch　her　hus…



band's　eye；　but　his　chin　only　sank　lower　on　his　collar。











　　　　　　　　　　〃There　were　ninety　and　nine　that　safely　lay







　　　　　　　　　　　　　In　the　shelter　of　the　fold；







　　　　　　　　　　　But　one　was　out　on　the　hills　away；







　　　　　　　　　　　　　Far　off　from　the　gates　of　gold。〃











　　　　　Harsanyi　looked　at　her；　then　back　at　the　fire。











　　　　　　　　　　〃Rejoice；　for　the　Shepherd　has　found　his　sheep。〃











　　　　　Thea　turned　on　the　chair　and　grinned。　　〃That's　about



enough；　isn't　it？　　That　song　got　me　my　job。　　The　preacher



said　it　was　sympathetic；〃　she　minced　the　word；　remember…



ing　Mr。　Larsen's　manner。







　　　　　Harsanyi　drew　himself　up　in　his　chair；　resting　his　elbows



on　the　low　arms。　　〃Yes？　　That　is　better　suited　to　your



voice。　　Your　upper　tones　are　good；　above　G。　　I　must　teach



you　some　songs。　　Don't　you　know　anythingpleasant？〃







　　　　　Thea　shook　her　head　ruefully。　　〃I'm　afraid　I　don't。　　Let



me　see　　Perhaps；〃　she　turned　to　the　piano　and　put　her



hands　on　the　keys。　　〃I　used　to　sing　this　for　Mr。　Wunsch　a



long　while　ago。　　It's　for　contralto；　but　I'll　try　it。〃　　She



frowned　at　the　keyboard　a　moment；　played　the　few　in…



troductory　measures；　and　began











　　　　　　　　　　〃ACH；　ICH　HABE　SIE　VERLOREN；〃











　　　　　She　had　not　sung　it　for　a　long　time；　and　it　came　back



like　an　old　friendship。　　When　she　finished；　Harsanyi　sprang



from　his　chair　and　dropped　lightly　upon　his　toes；　a　kind　of















ENTRE…CHAT　that　he　sometimes　executed　when　he　formed　a



sudden　resolution；　or　when　he　was　about　to　follow　a　pure



intuition；　against　reason。　　His　wife　said　that　when　he　gave



that　spring　he　was　shot　from　the　bow　of　his　ancestors；　and



now　when　he　left　his　chair　in　that　manner　she　knew　he　was



intensely　interested。　　He　went　quickly　to　the　piano。







　　　　　〃Sing　that　again。　　There　is　nothing　the　matter　with



your　low　voice；　my　girl。　　I　will　play　for　you。　　Let　your



voice　out。〃　　Without　looking　at　her　he　began　the　accom…



paniment。　　Thea　drew　back　her　shoulders；　relaxed　them



instinctively；　and　sang。







　　　　　When　she　finished　the　aria；　Harsanyi　beckoned　her



nearer。　　〃Sing　AHAH　for　me；　as　I　indicate。〃　　He　kept



his　right　hand　on　the　keyboard　and　put　his　left　to　her



throat；　placing　the　tips　of　his　delicate　fingers　over　her



larynx。　　〃Again；until　your　breath　is　gone。　　Trill



between　the　two　tones；　always；　good！　　Again；　excellent！



Now　up；stay　there。　　E　and　F。　　Not　so　good；　is　it？　　F　is



always　a　hard　one。　　Now；　try　the　half…tone。　　That's



right；　nothing　difficult　about　it。　　Now；　pianissimo；　AH



AH。　　Now；　swell　it；　AHAH。　　Again；　follow　my　hand。



Now；　carry　it　down。　　Anybody　ever　tell　you　anything



about　your　breathing？〃







　　　　　〃Mr。　Larsen　says　I　have　an　unusually　long　breath；〃



Thea　replied　with　spirit。







　　　　　Harsanyi　smiled。　　〃So　you　have；　so　you　have。　　That



was　what　I　meant。　　Now；　once　more；　carry　it　up　and　then



down；　AHAH。〃　　He　put　his　hand　back　to　her　throat　and



sat　with　his　head　bent；　his　one　eye　closed。　　He　loved　to



hear　a　big　voice　throb　in　a　relaxed；　natural　throat；　and



he　was　thinking　that　no　one　had　ever　felt　this　voice　vibrate



before。　　It　was　like　a　wild　bird　that　had　flown　into　his



studio　on　Middleton　Street　from　goodness　knew　how　far！



No　one　knew　that　it　had　come；　or　even　that　it　existed；



least　of　all　the　strange；　crude　girl　in　whose　throat　it　beat



its　passionate　wings。　　What　a　simple　thing　it　was；　he　re…















flected；　why　had　he　never　guessed　it　before？　　Everything



about　her　indicated　it；the　big　mouth；　the　wide　jaw　and



chin；　the　strong　white　teeth；　the　deep　laugh。　　The　machine



was　so　simple　and　strong；　seemed　to　be　so　easily　operated。



She　sang　from　the　bottom　of　herself。　　Her　breath　came　from



down　where　her　laugh　came　from；　the　deep　laugh　which



Mrs。　Harsanyi　had　once　called　〃the　laugh　of　the　people。〃



A　relaxed　throat；　a　voice　that　lay　on　the　breath；　that　had



never　been　forced　off　the　breath；　it　rose　and　fell　in　the



air…column　like　the　little　balls　which　are　put　to　shine　in　the



jet　of　a　fountain。　　The　voice　did　not　thin　as　it　went　up；



the　upper　tones　were　as　full　and　rich　as　the　lower；　pro…



duced　in　the　same　way　and　as　unconsciously；　only　with



deeper　breath。







　　　　　At　last　Harsanyi　threw　back　his　head　and　rose。　　〃You



must　be　tired；　Miss　Kronborg。〃







　　　　　When　she　replied；　she　startled　him；　he　had　forgotten　how



hard　and　full　of　burs　her　speaking　voice　was。　　〃No；〃　she



said；　〃singing　never　tires　me。〃







　　　　　Harsanyi　pushed　back　his　hair　with　a　nervous　hand。



〃I　don't　know　much　about　the　voice；　but　I　shall　take



liberties　and　teach　you　some　good　songs。　　I　think　you　have



a　very　interesting　voice。〃







　　　　　〃I'm　glad　if　you　like　it。　　Good…night；　Mr。　Harsanyi。〃



Thea　went　with　Mrs。　Harsanyi　to　get　her　wraps。







　　　　　When　Mrs。　Harsanyi　came　back　to　her　husband；　she



found　him　walking　restlessly　up　and　down　the　room。







　　　　　〃Don't　you　think　her　voice　wonderful；　dear？〃　she



asked。







　　　　　〃I　scarcely　know　what　to　think。　　All　I　really　know　about



that　girl　is　that　she　tires　me　to　death。　　We　must　not　have



her　often。　　If　I　did　not　have　my　living　to　make；　then〃



he　dropped　into　a　chair　and　closed　his　eyes。　　〃How　tired



I　am。　　What　a　voice！〃



























　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　IV











　　　　　AFTER　that　evening　Thea's　work　with　Harsanyi



changed　somewhat。　　He　insisted　that　she　should



study　some　songs　with　him；　and　after　almost　every　lesson



he　gave　up　half　an　hour　of　his　own　time　to　practicing　them



with　her。　　He　did　not　pretend　to　know　much　about　voice



production；　but　so　far；　he　thought；　she　had　acquired　no



really　injurious　habits。　　A　healthy　and　powerful　organ　had



found　its　own　method；　which　was　not　a　bad　one。　　He



wished　to　find　out　a　good　deal　before　he　recommended　a



vocal　teacher。　　He　never　told　Thea　what　he　thought　about



her　voice；　and　made　her　general　ignorance　of　anything