_A Voice._ Is that the Box-Office?
_Me._ Which Box-Office?
_A V._ Is that the Paragon Theatre?
_Me_. Yes, Madam.
_A V._ Oh, have you two seats for next Thursday?
_Me._ Yes, Madam. There is a stall in row D, and I have one seat left
in the back row in the dress-circle--a _very_ good view of the stage,
Madam.
_A V._ Oh, but I want them _together_.
_Me._ I’m afraid we never sell seats _together_, Madam. The Lord
Chamberlain----
_A V._ Oh, but----
_Me._ May I ask why you want to see this play, Madam?
_A V._ I can’t hear you.... Hullo!
_Me._ I mean, between ourselves, it’s a thoroughly bad adaptation of
a thoroughly bad foreign play thoroughly badly acted by a rotten lot
of actors. _Letty Loo_ is perfectly awful, and there’s no room for
your legs, unless you would care for a box, and there isn’t one if you
would; so if I were you I should stay quietly at home with Henry. _Au
revoir!_