Then--a surprising thing! The awkward pause following the recitation was
suddenly broken by a loud and uncontrollable laugh. Doris, startled,
turned to look at young Dunstable. For it was he who had laughed. Madame
also shook off her stage trance to look--a thunderous frown upon her
handsome face. The young man laughed on--laughed hysterically--burying
his face in his hands. Madame Vavasour--all attitudes thrown aside--ran
up to him in a fury.
"Why are you laughing? You insult me!--you have done it before. And now
before strangers--it is too much! I insist that you explain!"
She stood over him, her eyes blazing. The youth, still convulsed, did
his best to quiet the paroxysm which had seized him, and at last said,
gasping:
"I was--I was thinking--of your reciting that at Crosby Ledgers--to my
mother--and--and what she would say."
Even under her rouge it could be seen that the poetess turned a grey
white.
"And pray--what would she say?"
The question was delivered with apparent calm. But Madame's eyes were
dangerous.
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