Augusta Goold was much less sympathetic.

She fixed her with a strong stare of amazement and disgust.

Apparently this treatment was the right one, for the giggling stopped almost immediately.
'I see you have got some sticking-plaster on your face, Mr.Conneally,' she said, when Mary O'Dwyer had quieted down.
'Yes,' said Hyacinth, 'and a good-sized bump behind my ear.' 'I suppose this business will be very awkward for you in college.

Will they turn you out ?' 'I'm sure they will if they find out that I threw that stone at Shea.' 'You made a very good shot,' said Augusta, smiling at the recollection.
'But how on earth did you come to have a stone that size in the hall with you ?' Hyacinth told the story of the man who had been felled by the chair and his murderous bequest.
'That's the proper spirit,' said Augusta.

'I admire that man, and he couldn't have passed his stone on to better hands than yours.