"I believe you are all great Wagnerites in Boston ?" "I'm a very bad Bostonian, Mrs.Mandel.I suspect myself of preferring Verdi," March answered.
Miss Dryfoos looked down at her fan again, and said, "I like 'Trovatore' the best." "It's an opera I never get tired of," said March, and Mrs.March and Mrs.Mandel exchanged a smile of compassion for his simplicity.

He detected it, and added: "But I dare say I shall come down with the Wagner fever in time.

I've been exposed to some malignant cases of it." "That night we were there," said Miss Mela, "they had to turn the gas down all through one part of it, and the papers said the ladies were awful mad because they couldn't show their diamonds.

I don't wonder, if they all had to pay as much for their boxes as we did.

We had to pay sixty dollars." She looked at the Marches for their sensation at this expense.
March said: "Well, I think I shall take my box by the month, then.