they all stopped laughing and turned about , those who could , and stared at her , the glaring face of the director appearing from behind the pillar , staring at her , glaring at her , not at the perturbers , at her , at her , and now all those faces distorted with her tears and suddenly old dr. rosen with his furrowed leaden face bent over her , his hand touching her bare arm , the metallic smell of his breath as he whispered that in his opinion it was all right if the audience laughed because the musician was actually a comedian and hoped that the audience would laugh , if people didnt laugh he would be very disappointed .