“Yes?” he said.
Ann Veronica blushed. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things.”
Ramage looked at her, and then fell into deep reflection as the waiter came to paragraph their talk again.
“Have you ever been to the opera, Ann Veronica?” said Ramage.
“Once or twice.”
“Shall we go now?”
“I think I would like to listen to music. What is there?”
“Tristan.”
“I’ve never heard Tristan and Isolde.”
“That settles it. We’ll go. There’s sure to be a place somewhere.”