Paul Renin

Reginald Heade

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SYNOPSIS THE last throbbing note had found its way back to the silence of that great theatre, Adam Danieli, erect and handsome as a god despite his greying hair, smiled faintly over his violin into the shadowed faces of five thousand thrilled and motionless people. It was one of those breathless moments that are a great artist's greatest triumphs, when a spellbound multitude, unaware, shrank from awakening from those deep, poignant emotions his artistry has made. Adam Danieli revelled in such moments, where applause merely bored him. His fine grey eyes roamed tne shadows of the far-off gallery, descended in a sweep over the upper circle and dress circle to the nearer spectacle of the stalls. He saw the passionate, sometimes despairing adoration on the faces of women, beautifully gowned, their shoulders gleaming white in the gloom. He smiled again, grimly. Those women!