I looked up, with the rest, to hear the award that she would
speak; and was at first very much confounded to hear my own
name called. "Miss Randolph —" It did not occur to me what it
was spoken for; I sat still a moment in a maze. Mme. Ricard
stood waiting; all the room was in a hush.
"Don't you hear yourself called?" said a voice behind me. "Why
don't you go?"
I looked round at Miss Macy, who was my adviser, then
doubtfully I looked away from her and caught the eyes of Mlle.
Genevieve. She nodded and beckoned me to come forward. I did
it hastily then, and found myself curtseying in front of the
platform where stood Madame.
"The prize is yours, Miss Randolph," she said graciously.
"Your paper is approved by all the judges."
"Quite artistic," — I heard a gentleman say at her elbow. "And
it shows an amount of thorough study and perfect preparation,
which I can but hold up as a model to all my young ladies. You
deserve this, my dear."
I was confounded; and a low curtsey was only a natural relief
to my feelings.
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