“And why should I tremble?” she replied.
There was profound silence. They could then easily distinguish the various impressions she reflected on the countenances of those present; with the greater part of whom it was curiosity and surprise; with the countess a sweet good-nature; around the gaming-tables, which Raphael called the upper house, there was nothing remarkable but complete indifference.
The prince smiled with disdain; the major opened his eyes, as if that would help him to hear; the baron closed his.
Sir John profited by this moment of interval to take off his eyeglasses, and rub them with his handkerchief.
Raphael fled into the garden to smoke a cigarette.
Stein played without affectation or flourishes the prelude of Casta Diva; but the pure, limpid, and powerful voice of the Gaviota made her so well heard, that the spectators seemed touched as by a magic wand. On every countenance was painted astonishment and admiration. The prince allowed an approving exclamation to escape him.
When the Gaviota had finished singing, a storm of bravos was sent forth from all the assembly: the countess set the example by applauding with her beautiful and delicate hands.
“God preserve me!” said the general, stopping his ears; he really thought he was in the place where bulls are kept.
“Let them alone, León,” said the marchioness; “let them divert themselves. It is better to be amused than to speak ill of one’s neighbor.”
Stein acknowledged on all sides his respectful thanks.