A German opera appeared on the bill.
Carmina turned to the music-seller in despair.

"Is there no music, sir, but German music to be heard in London ?" she asked.

The hospitable shopkeeper produced a concert programmed for that afternoon--the modest enterprise of an obscure piano-forte teacher, who could only venture to address pupils, patrons, and friends.

What did he promise?
Among other things, music from "Lucia," music from "Norma," music from "Ernani." Teresa made another approving mark with her thumb-nail; and Carmina purchased tickets.
The music-seller hurried to the door to stop the first empty cab that might pass.

Carmina showed a deplorable ignorance of the law of chances.
She shrank from the bare idea of getting into a cab.