In the first place, the girl would be in the way, for orchestras are always packed closely together, and there is no room to spare for people's girls; in the next place, one cannot conceal a girl in an orchestra without everybody taking notice of it.
There can be no doubt, it seems to me, that this is bad art.
Leos is present.

Of course, one of the first things that catches his eye is the maddening spectacle of Ambulinia "leaning upon Elfonzo's chair." This poor girl does not seem to understand even the rudiments of concealment.

But she is "in her seventeenth," as the author phrases it, and that is her justification.
Leos meditates, constructs a plan--with personal violence as a basis, of course.

It was their way down there.

It is a good plain plan, without any imagination in it.