Max Errington's tall form had interposed itself between her and her too eager worshippers.

With a little gasp of relief she let him lead her down the steps of the platform and back into the comparative calm of the artistes' room, while two of the ushers hurried forward and dispersed the memento-seekers, shepherding them back into the hall below, so that the concert might continue.
The latter part of the programme was heard with attention, but not even the final _duo_ for violin and piano, exquisite though it was, succeeded in rousing the audience to a normal pitch of fervour again.
Emotion and enthusiasm were alike exhausted, and now that Diana's share in the recital was over, the big assemblage of people listened to the remaining numbers much as a child, tired with play, may listen to a lullaby--placidly appreciative, but without overwhelming excitement.
"Well, what did I tell you ?" demanded Jerry, triumphantly, of the little party of friends who gathered together for tea in Diana's sitting-room, when at length the great event of the afternoon was over.
"What did I tell you?
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I said Diana would just romp past the post--all the others nowhere.