She had often urged him to go of late, but despite his liking for music Roger had refused before, simply because it was a change.
But why balk at going anywhere now, when Laura was up to such antics at home?
"Do you mind climbing up to the gallery ?" Deborah asked as they entered the hall.
"Not at all," he curtly answered.

He did mind it very much! "Then we'll go to the very top," she said.

"It's a long climb but I want you to see it.

It's so different up there." "I don't doubt it," he replied.

And as they made the slow ascent, pettishly he wondered why Deborah must always be so eager for queer places.
Galleries, zoo schools, tenement slums--why not take a two dollar seat in life?
Deborah seated him far down in the front of the great gallery, over at the extreme right, and from here they could look back and up at a huge dim arena of faces.
"Now watch them close," she whispered.