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Updated: June 7, 2025
Madame Bonanni dropped her spoon into her plate with a clang and uttered a scream of delight, as if she had not known perfectly well that Lushington was coming. 'What luck! she cried. 'Little Miss Donne, this is my son! Margaret's jaw dropped in sheer amazement. 'Your son? Mr. Lushington is your son? 'Yes.
James had not miscalculated his breadth, as to the door, but his height as compared with that of the odd person outside. She put her head over his shoulder and looked in at Mrs. Rushmore. 'May I please come in? she asked in comprehensible English. 'I am Bonanni, the singer, and I want to see Miss Donne. I've come from London to please? Yes? 'Goodness gracious! cried Mrs. Rushmore.
Logotheti looked at the young girl, too, for he knew very well what his old friend meant by the simple statement, slightly emphasised. 'Ah! he ejaculated. 'I understand. I am at your service. 'What is it? asked Margaret, blushing a little and turning from one to the other. 'Logotheti knows everybody, answered Madame Bonanni. 'He is rich, immensely rich, fabulously rich, my dear.
Margaret was thanking her for her visit, arranging the blinds, asking her if there was enough air, for the day was hot, inquiring about the weather in London, moving about the room with each little speech, and with the evident desire to start the conversation so as to find out why Madame Bonanni had come.
'Yes there is to be a dress rehearsal on Sunday. Schreiermeyer insists on it for me. He's afraid I shall have stage fright because I'm so cool now, I suppose. She laughed, contentedly and perfectly sure of herself. 'The only thing I don't like is being brought on in the sack to sing that last scene. 'Eh? Madame Bonanni stared in surprise. 'The sack, Margaret repeated. 'The last scene.
You are not the artist I am, but you will be one day, and meanwhile you have all I have no more. If I had stayed on the stage, we should have been rivals next season. They would have said: "Cordova has a better voice, but Bonanni is still the greater artist." Do you see? 'Yes. And why should you not be pleased at that? asked Margaret.
She had particularly asked Schreiermeyer not to come and see her till the end of the second act, and Madame Bonanni stayed away of her own accord, rather to Margaret's surprise, but greatly to her relief. At the last minute Mrs.
Perhaps, too, Margaret was a little inclined to doubt whether Madame Bonanni would abide by her resolution in the future, though she was perfectly in earnest at present. 'I shall be at your first night, said the prima donna, finishing her operations at last, and carefully shutting her little gold box. 'If you have a dress rehearsal, I'll be at that, too. 'Thank you, Margaret answered.
'You re a perfect idiot! cried Madame Bonanni, and she slammed the door of the box in the woman's face, and bolted it inside. She sat down and read the note a fourth time. There was no doubt as to its being really from Logotheti. She laughed to herself. 'More ingenious than ever! she said, half aloud. A timid knock at the door of the box.
'It is my turn to thank you, he said, acknowledging with a little bow the favour she had conferred in telling him who she was. 'I fancy you have not yet seen much of theatrical people, off the stage. Have you? No, answered Margaret. 'Why do you ask? 'I wonder whether you will like them when you do, said Logotheti. 'I never thought of it. Is Madame Bonanni a good type of them?
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