[He watches her face for the emotion he expects; "Tannhäuser" melts suddenly into "Tommy, Make Room for your Uncle."
Caroline (her face absolutely transfigured). Oh, Joseph, dear—Wagner's perfectly lovely!
The Y. G. (gloomily). I see, I shall have to put you through a course of Bach, Caroline!
Caroline (alarmed). But there's nothing whatever the matter with me, Joseph! I'm not flushed am I?
[Young Gentleman suppresses a groan.
In a Box.
(Musical Medley still in progress.)
A Lady (not much of an Opera-goer, who has been given a box at the last moment, and has insisted on her husband turning out to escort her). It was silly of you to drop that programme, Robert—I should like to know what this piece is, it seems quite familiar—(Orchestra playing "Soldiers' March" from Faust)—I know—it's Faust, Robert, Gounod's Faust!
[Much pleased with herself for recollecting an Opera she has only heard once.
Robert (sleepily). I know, my dear, all right.