"Oh, such fun," exclaimed Mrs. Wingfield, "in the middle of a telling speech by Mlle. Croizette, the wicked little Bernhardt, came coolly up and asked her 'where she lived?' or something of that sort; Croizette, livid with rage, forgot her part—something we never saw her do before, but answered Sara in words that told, for though triumphant she trembled."
"Her sister Fury trembled and retired," said Trevalyon, "strange freaks rivalry leads its victims into—"
"I could almost imagine," said Vaura, "you all to be mistaken for the Croizette has immense influence at the Conservatory, where they both studied, and is a complete child of the stage, but if your ears have played you no tricks, if I mistake not, Sara has had her fun."
"Not a doubt of it," said Bertram.
"Oh, that is too real," said Lady Esmondet, turning pale and looking from the stage, referring to the death-scene by poison of the wicked heroine of the play.
"Yes, her struggles are so natural as to be anything but pleasant to witness," said Vaura.
"If it were good form for a woman to retire for a stimulant," said Mrs. Wingfield, "then would I make my exit, for I feel quite overcome at the sight."
"What inestimable privileges lordly man enjoys," said Vaura.
"What a talented little morceau is Sara," said Trevalyon.
"She is smaller since la Croizette looked to kill," said Lady
Esmondet.