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.

'Of course,' returned Madame Bonanni, licking her fingers between the

words, 'there are artists who ride the high horse and insist on being

treated like duchesses. The other artists hate them, and real society

laughs at them. It is far better to be simple, and kiss everybody. It

costs so little and it gives them so much pleasure, as Rachel said of

her lovers!' 'It was Sophie Arnould,' said Lushington, correcting her mistake.

'Was it? I don't care. I say it, and that is enough. Besides I hate

children who are always setting their parents right! It's my own fault,

because I was so anxious to have you well educated. If I had brought

you up as I was brought up, you would never have left me! As it

is'--she turned to Margaret with suddenly flashing eyes--'do you know,

my dear? that atrocious little wretch will never take a penny from me,

from me, his own mother! Ah, it is villainous! He is perfectly

heartless! He denies me the only pleasure I wish for. Even when he was

at school, at Eton, my dear, at the great English school, you know, he

worked like a poor boy and won scholarships--money! Is it not

disgusting? And at Oxford he lived on that money and won more! And then

he worked, and worked at those terrible books, and wrote for the

abominable press, and never would let me give him anything. Ah, you

ungrateful little boy!

She seemed perfectly furious with him and shook her fist in his face;

but the next moment she laughed and patted his cheek with her fat hand.

'And to say that I am proud of him!' she said, beaming with motherly

smiles. 'Proud of him, my dear, you don't know! He is beating them all,

as he always did! At the school, at the university, he was always the

best! He used to get what they call firsts and double firsts every

week!' Margaret could not help laughing, and even Lushington smiled in his

agony.

'It was splendid,' said the young girl, looking at him. 'Did you really

get a double first?' Lushington nodded.

'One?' screamed Madame Bonanni. 'Twenty, I tell you! A hundred----' 'No, no, mother,' interrupted Lushington. No one can get more than

one.' 'Ah, did I not tell you?' cried the prima donna, triumphantly. There is

only one, and he got it! What did I tell you? How can you expect me not

to be proud of him?' 'You ought to be,' answered Margaret, very much in earnest, and for the

first time Lushington saw in her eyes the light of absolutely

unreserved admiration.




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