The Diva – Part 2: Curtain Call

The first act was posture; the second, obedience; the third, a long grand silence in which she made him kneel at the foot of the chaise while she read aloud, in a low, resonant voice, a ludicrous list of his supposed failings as an accompanist. Every one was invented, and each was delivered with the full weight of a Wagnerian queen. She tapped a long lacquered nail on the arm of the chair when he fidgeted. She tilted his chin with one finger and looked at him, long and cool.

She was a woman who had commanded a thousand-strong house with a single note. She commanded him with a pause.

"Do you wish to continue, maestro?"

"Yes, Madame."

"Say it plainly."

"I do. Thank you, Madame."

"Very good." She leaned back against the velvet, her eyes half closed. "Again."

The hours went by like movements in a score. By two, he was in the quiet, spacious place beyond thought. He had never been so completely in her hands.

At half past two, she said it, softly.

"Curtain."

The dressing gown came off. In a plain silk blouse and a pair of flat slippers, she was Isabella, sitting on the chaise with her arms open. He crossed the floor on his knees and she pulled him up beside her, wrapped a shawl round them both and poured two glasses of wine.

"How was it?"

"I could weep," said Theo, "and I think I will."

"Then weep, darling." She stroked his hair. "You were exquisite."

"Will there be a second performance?"

"The dressing room is booked until the end of the year," said Isabella. "I have a great many notes for you."

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