Chase's look of despair was instantly banished by the recollection that the Princess had bestowed unqualified approval on the previous occasion.

Hence, if she enjoyed it, he was determined to be pleased.
Again the dapper director came forward to lead the musicians, and again he was most enthusiastically received.

His uniform fairly sparkled with the thrill of vanity, which seemed to burst from every seam; his sword clanked madly against his nimble legs as he bowed and scraped his grateful recognition of the honour.

This time Chase was not where he could watch the Princess; he found, therefore, that he could devote his attention to the music and the popular conductor.

He was amazed to find that the fellow seemed to be inspired; he was also surprised to find himself carried away by the fervour of the moment.
With the final crash of the orchestra, he found himself shouting again with the others; oddly, this time he was as mad as they.