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Updated: July 8, 2025
Looking along the pavement in front of him his eye was attracted by the striped awning that distinguished Madame Bonanni's house from the others on the same side, and he noticed an extremely smart brougham that stood just before the door.
But Margaret was obstinate in her humility and would not be put off. She took one of Madame Bonanni's hands and made her look at her. 'I would not say or do anything that could hurt you for all the world, said Margaret, very earnestly. 'I won't let you go away thinking that I could, and angry with me. Don't you believe me?
'Exactly, replied the Greek coolly. 'Of course, I might have asked you the first time we met, when we were standing together on the pavement outside Madame Bonanni's door. I thought of it, but I was afraid it might strike you as sudden. 'A little! 'Yes. But a second meeting is different. You must admit that I have had plenty of time to think it over and to know my own mind. 'In two meetings?
In five minutes she would be ringing the bell at Madame Bonanni's door. She had heard the prima donna several times but had never met her. She knew that she was no longer young, though her great voice was marvellously fresh and elastic.
Why should I tell? 'But it doesn't matter. Tell him if you like. I don't care. My life is over now, and there is no reason why I should care about anything, is there? 'What do you mean by saying that your life is over? Margaret asked. Madame Bonanni's head fell upon the edge of the table and she looked at herself in the glass for some moments before she answered.
'What train shall you take, mother? asked Lushington so abruptly upon Margaret's speech that she understood her mistake. Though she had guessed something, it had somehow not occurred to her to connect the royal personage with Madame Bonanni's past; but now she scarcely dared to glance at Lushington.
She saw Madame Bonanni's cadaverous maid, too, standing motionless and ready if wanted, and looking at her with a sort of inscrutable curiosity; for the retired prima donna had insisted upon doing Margaret the signal service of passing on to her one of the most accomplished theatrical dressers in Europe.
In a loft on the stage left a man was working a lime-light moon behind a sheet of blue glass in a frame; the chorus of old retainers in grey stood huddled together in semi-darkness by a fly, listening to the tenor and waiting to hear Madame Bonanni's note when she should come out.
The awful circumstances of his dream came vividly back to him, and he could positively hear Margaret telling him that he looked hot, so loud that the whole house could understand what she said. But at this point something almost worse happened. Madame Bonanni's motherly but eagle eye detected the tiny beads on his brow.
She did not believe that Logotheti could be found at short notice and introduced to new acquaintances so easily as the young scholar seemed to think; but she made up her mind, if he came at all, that she would prevent him from talking about their meeting at Madame Bonanni's, which she wished to avoid mentioning for the present.
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