Poor Daisy could not stand this.

Forgetting her character and the picture and everything, her eyes went down; her eyelids drooped over them; and the expression of grave displeasure would have done for a yet more dissatisfied mood of mind than Priscilla is supposed to have known at the time.

The company could not stand this, either; and there burst out a hearty chorus of laughter and cheers together, which greatly mortified Daisy.

The curtain was drawn, and she had to face the laughing comments of the people in the library.

They were unmerciful, she thought.