She made her first
entrance precisely as he had trained her to make it and
began. A few seconds, and he stopped her.
``Please try again, Miss Gower,'' said he. ``I'm
afraid that won't do.''
She tried again; again he stopped her. She tried a
third time. His manner was all courtesy and consideration,
not the shade of a change. But she began to
feel a latent hostility. Instinctively she knew that
he would no longer help her, that he would leave
her to her own resources, and judge her by how she
acquitted herself. She made a blunder of her third
trial.
``Really, Miss Gower, that will never do,'' said he
mildly. ``Let me show you how you did it.''
He gave an imitation of her--a slight caricature.
A titter ran through the chorus. He sternly rebuked
them and requested her to try again. Her fourth
attempt was her worst. He shook his head in gentle
remonstrance. ``Not quite right yet,'' said he
regretfully. ``But we'll go on.''
Not far, however. He stopped her again. Again
the courteous, kindly criticism.
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