“What’s the matter? Miss Norah, where are you going?”
“I am going to Mr Carter’s box.”
He had the assurance to seem surprised.
“Miss Norah! Not before giving me an answer! Say yes! Be a sportsman, Miss Norah, and put my number up!”
Naturally, the whole place was in commotion.
“Sit down in front!” exclaimed half-a-dozen voices.
One unmannerly creature made himself clearly heard above the others. One of the many objectionable things about Mr Hammond was that he had such a strident voice, and that he would speak so loudly.
“Put the gentleman’s number up, if it’s only up the spout, Miss Norah; and then, perhaps, he will sit down!”
I distinctly heard the acid lady beside me say:
“I cannot understand how it is that they admit such creatures. I certainly should have thought that they would not have been allowed in the stalls of a respectable theatre.”