Rostand turned and looked at Sarah. Sarah, chin on hands, was steadily staring at him. It was an awkward moment for a young, aspiring poet!
Tremendously nervous, Rostand moistened his lips and twice tried to speak.
“I——”
Sarah stared as before
“I——”
Sarah’s expression did not change.
Finally Rostand could stand it no longer. Seizing his hat and gloves he rose precipitately and dashed from the room without having spoken a word regarding his mission.
Sarah screamed with laughter.
“Eh bien!” she exclaimed. “So much for our young poet!”
But when she went out of the theatre she was met by her coachman, who was in great agitation.