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The convulsive sobbing grew regular, then more slow, then merely intermittent, and then it stopped altogether. But before she lifted her face from the hollow of her elbow, Madame Bonanni felt about for something with her other hand; and Margaret, being a woman, knew that she wanted her handkerchief before showing her face, and picked it up and gave it to her.
'Oh, I forgot it must have a hood that will quite cover my head I mean without my hat, of course! 'Very well a big hood. I understand. Anything else? 'No. Now run, sweet child! Lushington went out to do the errand, and Madame Bonanni drew back into the shadow of the box, for the lights were up in the house between the acts.
But she had only gone behind to meet Margaret as she was carried off the stage with a handkerchief tied over her mouth. She knew very nearly at what point to wait, and the four big men in costume who came off almost at a run, carrying Margaret between them, nearly ran into Madame Bonanni, whom they certainly did not expect to find there.
'Of course you will stay to breakfast, my dear! she called out, 'Logotheti! I present you to Miss Miss oh, the name doesn't matter! I present you! 'I'm afraid I cannot Margaret began to say, not knowing how long she might be left alone with Logotheti. But Madame Bonanni had already unfurled the curtain and fled.
'She wrote me that Monsieur Logotheti had some papers for her to sign to-day before a notary, and that somehow if she did not stay and sign them she would lose most of what she has. 'That's ingenious! exclaimed Madame Bonanni, with a laugh. 'Ingenious? Margaret did not understand. 'Do you mean that Madame De Rosa has invented the story? 'No, no! cried the other.
Now before you have your coffee you will give me your word of honour that Miss Donne shall have a triumph and an ovation at her début, and an engagement to sing next season at the Opéra. 'Really Margaret tried to protest. 'You know nothing about business, interrupted Madame Bonanni. 'You are nothing but a child! These things are done in this way. Logotheti, give me your word of honour.
Margaret bit her lip to keep from laughing, but Madame Bonanni laughed herself, very good-naturedly, though she understood. 'I detest this man! she cried, turning to Margaret. 'I don't know why I ask him to breakfast. 'Because you cannot live without me, I suppose, suggested Logotheti. 'I hate Greeks! screamed the prima donna, still laughing. 'Why are you a Greek?
Madame Bonanni wondered. Was she going to deliberately ignore that she had been taken up bodily, as it were, and carried through the short cut to celebrity? Or was it just the simple, stupid, innocent vanity that so often goes with great gifts, making their possessors quite sure that they can never owe the least part of their success to any help received from any one else?
'I shall not be happy, if you make yourself miserable, mother, said Lushington, smiling. 'Miserable? Ah, well, I daresay there will not be cabbage every day, answered Madame Bonanni thoughtfully. 'And I like fish. Fortunately, I am fond of fish. The simplest, you know. Only a fried sole with a meunière sauce. Bah! When I talk of eating you never believe I am in earnest.
'With pleasure, Logotheti answered, meaning exactly what he said, and turning his back after a deliberate look at Margaret. Madame Bonanni worked herself to the edge of the divan, with a curious sidelong movement, got one of her feet upon the stool and slipped down, till she stood on the floor.
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