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Perhaps this was a good sign, for little Madame De Rosa beamed. Margaret looked about for an empty chair, but there never seemed to be any in a room used by Madame Bonanni. There was one indeed, but Schreiermeyer had appropriated it, and sat down upon it again with perfect calm. 'Sit down, he said, as he did so himself. 'Yes, answered Margaret sweetly, and remained standing.
Margaret pretended to see nothing and made an indifferent remark to Logotheti. Madame Bonanni made a good deal of noise, finally tipping up her plate and scraping out the contents to the last drop. 'Ah! she exclaimed with immense satisfaction. 'That was good! 'Perfect, assented Logotheti, who ate delicately and noiselessly, as Orientals do. 'Delicious! said Margaret, who was hungry.
'Dearest lady, said a deep voice, with a sort of oily, anticipative gentleness in it, 'can you forgive me my little stratagem? The voice spoke very softly, as if the speaker were not at all sure that she was awake; but when she heard it, Madame Bonanni started, for it was certainly not the voice of Constantine Logotheti, though it was strangely familiar to her.
Soon I shall make the effect on the public of a grandmother in baby's clothes. Do you think I am blind? They will say, "Poor old Bonanni, she remembers Thiers!" They might as well say at once that I remember the Second Empire! It is infamous! Have people no heart? But why do I go on singing, my dear? Tell me that! Why do I go on? 'Because you sing as well as ever, suggested Lushington gently.
'You never sang better in your life than you did last night, mother, he observed. The prima donna's face glowed with pleasure, and as she turned her big eyes to his Margaret saw in them a look of such loving tenderness as she had rarely seen in her life. 'I saw you, my dear, said Madame Bonanni to her son. 'You were in the second row of the stalls.
Have you got any of that Vienna liquid soap, my dear! Margaret had the liquid soap, as it chanced, and in a few moments she was busily occupied in helping Madame Bonanni to restore her appearance. Though long, the process was only partially successful, from the latter's own point of view. Having washed away all that had been, she produced a gold box from the bag she wore at her side.
The act was over, and Madame Bonanni was coming back from the stage. In a moment she was in the doorway, and as she entered the room she unmasked a third maid who followed her with a cloak. She saw Margaret first, as the latter rose to meet her. Margaret felt as if the world itself were putting huge arms round her and kissing her on both cheeks.
He had felt that his mother's son had no right to marry Margaret Donne, though she had told him as plainly as a modest girl could that she was not of the same opinion. Then had come Logotheti's mad attempt to carry her off out of the theatre, after the dress rehearsal before her debut, and Madame Bonanni and Lushington between them had spirited her away just in time.
She laughed heartily at her little joke, for like many great singers she was half a child and half a genius, and endowed with the huge vitality that alone makes an opera singer's life possible. 'I would give my playing to have your voice, Margaret said. 'You would be cheated in your bargain, observed Madame Bonanni. 'Let me look at you. Have you a big chest and a thick throat?
Madame Bonanni laughed heartily, but Lushington looked annoyed. 'My dear, why not? asked the prima donna. 'Everybody kisses us artists, when we have a triumph, and we kiss everybody! The author, the manager, the dressmaker and the stage carpenter, besides all our old friends! What difference can it make? It means nothing. 'But it's such an unpleasant idea! Margaret objected.
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