At orchestra rehearsal later that morning, Johann tried to catch Frederic alone during the first break, but the French violinist evaded him with slippery persistence. About halfway through the practice, Lucille appeared at the back of the auditorium with a tall man who had deep-set eyes and a wild mane of dark hair tinged with gray. He dwarfed the petite Lucille, although she stood straight at her full height. She signaled it was time to stop, so Johann gave the orchestra a break.
“Maestro Bledsoe, this is Hamish Fouré,” Lucille said with a big smile once Johann joined them. “He is the conductor, just in on last night’s airship.”
“I apologize for not coming sooner,” Fouré said. “Getting in and out of Paris is unusually complicated these days.” His deep voice had an interesting burr to it
