Hands clapped, sonorously, voices shouted "Bravo!" and other words of plaudit; and "Encore!" was repeatedly demanded.
But Mr.Grantham had forbidden Patty to return to the stage, even to acknowledge the laudation.

He believed in the better effect of an unspoiled remembrance of her last tableau.
So, shaking with excitement and weariness, Patty sank into a chair in the dressing-room, and Alla began to draw on her stockings.
"You must rest quietly, dear Patricia, for a half hour at least," she said, solicitously.

"You are quite exhausted.

But it was wonderful! I have never seen anything so beautiful! You will be feted and praised to death.

I've sent for a cup of coffee, to brace you up." "Oh, please not, Alla!" cried Patty, knowing the kind of coffee it would be.