Lavretsky eyed her with a look of hate, feeling hardly able to abstain from crying brava, hardly able to abstain from striking her downand went away.

He made the wrathful lady a low, ironical bow, and clapped his hands together laughing and exclaiming: "Brava! brava!

The audience was mine, to play with as I liked, to make laugh, to make cry, and clap its hands or shout "Brava-brava!"