Meanwhile the prima donna, rising to her feet, delivered herself of a lengthy recitative, her chin upon her breast, her eyes looking out from under her brows, an arm stretched out over the footlights. The baritone entered, striding to the left of the footlights, apostrophising the prima donna in a rage. She clasped her hands imploringly, supplicating him to leave her, exclaiming from time to time: "Va via, va via-- Vel chieco per pieta." Then all at once, while the orchestra blared, they fell into each other's arms. "Why do they do that?" murmured Aunt Wess' perplexed. "I thought the gentleman with the beard didn't like her at all." "Why, that's the duke, don't you see, Aunt Wess'?" said Laura trying to explain. "And he forgives her. I don't know exactly. Look at your libretto." "--a conspiracy of the Bears ... seventy cents ... and naturally he busted." The mezzo-soprano, the confidante of the prima donna, entered, and a trio developed that had but a mediocre success. At the end the baritone abruptly drew his sword, and the prima donna fell to her knees, chanting: "Io tremo, ahime!" "And now he's mad again," whispered Aunt Wess', consulting her libretto, all at sea once more. "I can't understand. She says--the opera book says she says, 'I tremble.' I don't see why." "Look now," said Page, "here comes the tenor. Now they're going to have it out." The tenor, hatless, debouched suddenly upon the scene, and furious, addressed himself to the baritone, leaning forward, his hands upon his chest. Though the others sang in Italian, the tenor, a Parisian, used the French book continually, and now villified the baritone, crying out: "O traitre infame O lache et coupable" "I don't see why he don't marry the young lady and be done with it," commented Aunt Wess'. The act drew to its close. The prima donna went through her "great scene," wherein her voice climbed to C in alt, holding the note so long that Aunt Wess' became uneasy. As she finished, the house rocked with applause, and the soprano, who had gone out supported by her confidante, was recalled three times. A duel followed between the baritone and tenor, and the latter, mortally wounded, fell into the arms of his friends uttering broken, vehement notes. The chorus--made up of the city watch and town's people--crowded in upon the back of the stage. The soprano and her confidante returned. The basso, a black-bearded, bull necked man, sombre, mysterious, parted the chorus to right and left, and advanced to the footlights. The contralto, dressed as a boy, appeared. The soprano took stage, and abruptly the closing scene of the act developed.