“I’m wondering what I’m here for,” said Bertram.
Christy glanced at him sideways.
“To learn a bit of life. Perhaps to light a little lamp in the darkness of a human heart. Anyhow to see ‘Carmen’ jolly well played!”
The young Jew who had spoken to them before, came up during the entr’acte, when they joined the crowd in the foyer, a strange, shaggy-haired, pale-faced crowd, very cheerful on the whole, and enjoying their evening.
“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“Magnificent,” said Christy. “Who are all these people in the audience?”
“Soviet workers of one kind or another.”
“Communists?” asked Christy.
The young Jew smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.
“Are we still Communists under the New Economic Laws? We’ve gone back to private trading, private property, money instead of rations, foreign capital, if it can be got.”