Yah, yah—but I have told you I have used the music of my new Oratorio for my new Gomic Opera.
MISS DYOTT.
Ah, yes—that is my only consolation.
BERNSTEIN.
Vill your goot gentleman be in the stalls to-night?
MISS DYOTT.
In the stalls—at the theatre! Hush, Mr. Bernstein, it is a secret from Vere. Lest his suspicions should be aroused by my leaving home every evening, I have led him to think that I am visiting a clergyman's wife at Hereford. I shall really be lodging in Henrietta Street, Covent Garden.
BERNSTEIN.
Oh, vy not tell him all about it?