The Woman-Hater | Page 7

last I could bear it no longer; so, as he would not come to his senses--"
"You took leave of yours, and came out on a wild-goose chase," said Ashmead, but too regretfully to affront her.
"It _was,"_ said Ina; "I feel it. But it is not one _now,_ because I have you to assist me with your experience and ability. You will find him for me, somehow or other. I know you will."
Let a woman have ever so little guile, she must have tact, if she is a true woman. Now, tact, if its etymology is to be trusted, implies a fine sense and power of touch; so, in virtue of her sex, she pats a horse before she rides him, and a man before she drives him. There, ladies, there is an indictment in two counts; traverse either of them if you can.
Joseph Ashmead, thus delicately but effectually manipulated, swelled with gratified vanity and said, "You are quite right; you can't do this sort of thing yourself; you want an agent."
"Of course I do."
"Well, you have got one. Now let me see--fifty to one he is not at Homburg at all. If he is, he most likely stays at Frankfort. He is a swell, is he not?"
"Swell!" said the Anglo-Dane, puzzled. "Not that I am aware of." She was strictly on her guard against vituperation of her beloved scamp.
"Pooh, pooh!" said Ashmead; "of course he is, and not the sort to lodge in Homburg."
"Then behold my incompetence!" said Ina.
"But the place to look for him is the gambling-saloon. Been there?"
"Oh, no."
"Then you must."
"What! Me! Alone?"
"No; with your agent."
"Oh, my friend; I said you would find him."
"What a woman! She will have it he is in Homburg. And suppose we do find him, and you should not be welcome?"
"I shall not be unwelcome. _I shall be a change."_
"Shall I tell you how to draw him to Homburg, wherever he is?" said Ashmead, very demurely.
"Yes, tell me that."
"And do me a good turn into the bargain."
"Is it possible? Can I be so fortunate?"
"Yes; and _as you say,_ it is a slice of luck to be able to kill two birds with one stone. Why, consider--the way to recover a man is not to run after him, but to make him run to you. It is like catching moths; you don't run out into the garden after them; you light the candle and open the window, and they do the rest--as he will."
"Yes, yes; but what am I to do for _you?"_ asked Ina, getting a little uneasy and suspicious.
"What! didn't I tell you?" said Ashmead, with cool effrontery. "Why, only to sing for me in this little opera, that is all." And he put his hands in his pockets, and awaited thunder-claps.
"Oh, that is all, is it?" said Ina, panting a little, and turning two great, reproachful eyes on him.
"That is all," said he, stoutly. "Why, what attracted him at first? Wasn't it your singing, the admiration of the public, the bouquets and bravas? What caught the moth once will catch it again 'moping' won't. And surely you will not refuse to draw him, merely because you can pull me out of a fix into the bargain. Look here, I have undertaken to find a singer by to-morrow night; and what chance is there of my getting even a third-rate one? Why, the very hour I have spent so agreeably, talking to you, has diminished my chance."
"Oh!" said Ina, "this is driving me into your net."
"I own it," said Joseph, cheerfully; "I'm quite unscrupulous, because I know you will thank me afterward."
"The very idea of going back to the stage makes me tremble," said Ina.
"Of course it does; and those who tremble succeed. In a long experience I never knew an instance to the contrary. It is the conceited fools, who feel safe, that are in danger."
"What is the part?"
"One you know--Siebel in 'Faust,' with two new songs."
"Excuse me, I do not know it."
"Why, everybody knows it."
"You mean everybody has heard it sung. I know neither the music nor the words, and I cannot sing incorrectly even for you."
"Oh, you can master the airs in a day, and the cackle in half an hour."
"I am not so expeditious. If you are serious, get me the book--oh! he calls the poet's words the cackle--and the music of the part directly, and borrow me the score."
"Borrow you the score! Ah! that shows the school you were bred in. I gaze at you with admiration."
"Then please don't, for we have not a moment to waste. You have terrified me out of my senses. Fly!"
"Yes; but before I fly, there is something to be settled--salary!"
"As much as they will give."
"Of course; but give me a hint."
"No, no; you will get me some money, for I am