I confess to a weakness for the old barleysugar of Bellini or a Donizetti-Serenade.

Aren't you seduced by cadences?
Never mind Wagner's tap of his paedagogue's baton--a cadence catches me still.

Early taste for barley-sugar, perhaps! There's a march in Verdi's Attila and I Lombardi, I declare I'm in military step when I hear them, as in the old days, after leaving the Opera.

Fredi takes little Mab Mountney to her first Opera to-night.

Enough to make us old ones envious! You remember your first Opera, Fenellan?
Sonnambula, with me.