He would telephone for three doctors, and would refuse to leave the house till they signed an assurance that she was perfectly well and able to begin rehearsing the _Elisir d'Amore_ the next morning.

That was what Schreiermeyer would do, and when she next met him he would tell her that he would have 'no nonsense, no stupid stuff,' and that she had signed an engagement and must sing or pay.
She had never shammed an illness, either, and she did not mean to begin now.

It was only that for two blessed hours and more, with her dead father's best friend and Maud, she had felt like her old self again, and had dreamt that she was with her own people.

She had even disliked the prospect of seeing Logotheti after that, and she felt a much stronger repugnance for her theatrical comrades.

She went to her own room before meeting them, and she sighed as she stood before the tall looking-glass for a moment after taking off her coat and hat.