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The English servant who opened the door was in distress of mind when he

saw her, for since he had served in Mrs. Rushmore's very proper

household he had never seen anything like Madame Bonanni as she stood

there asking for Miss Donne, and evidently not in a mood to be patient.

He was very much inclined to tell her that she had mistaken the house,

and to shut the door in her face. There were people coming to luncheon,

and it was just possible that she might be one of them; but if she was

not, and if the others came and found such a person there, how truly

awful it would be! Thus the footman reflected as he stood in the

doorway, listening to Madame Bonanni's voluble French speech.

As she paused for a moment, he heard some one on the stairs. It was

Mrs. Rushmore herself. He recognised her step and turned sharp round on

his heels, still filling the door but exposing his broad back to the

visitor.

'Very odd person asking to see Miss Donne, ma'am,' he said in low and

hurried tones. 'Shall I say "not at home," ma'am?' 'By all means "not at home," James,' said Mrs. Rushmore.

James had not miscalculated his breadth, as to the door, but his height

as compared with that of the odd person outside. She put her head over

his shoulder and looked in at Mrs. Rushmore.

'May I please come in?' she asked in comprehensible English. 'I am

Bonanni, the singer, and I want to see Miss Donne. I've come from

London to--please? Yes?' 'Goodness gracious!' cried Mrs. Rushmore. 'Let the lady in at once,

James!' James disappeared, somehow, and the artist came into the darkened hall,

and met Mrs. Rushmore.

The latter did not often meet a woman much bigger than herself, and

actually felt small when she held out her hand. Madame Bonanni seemed

to fill the little hall of the French cottage, and Mrs. Rushmore felt

as if she were in danger of being turned out of it to make room.

'Margaret is in the garden,' she said. 'I am so pleased to meet you,

Madame Bonanni! I hope you'll stay to lunch. Do come in, and I'll send

for her. James!' All this was said while the two large hands were mildly shaking one

another; Mrs. Rushmore was not easily startled by the sudden appearance

of lions--or lionesses--and was conscious of being tolerably

consecutive in her speech. It was not Madame Bonanni's greatness that

had taken her by surprise, but her size and momentum. The prima donna

answered in French.