All the stalls taken," said the young man with the high collar in the box office when Kendal appeared before the window.
"Pit," replied Kendal, and the young man stared.
"Pit did you say, sir?
Well, you'll 'ave to look slippy or you won't get a seat there either." Kendal was glad it was a full house.

He began to realize how very much he would prefer that Elfrida should not see him there.

From his point of view it was perfectly warrantable--he had no sense of any obligation which would prevent his adding to his critical observation of her--but from Miss Bell's?
He found himself lacking the assurance that no importance was to be attached to Miss Bell's point of view, and he turned up his coat collar and pulled his hat over his eyes, and seated himself as obscurely as possible, with a satisfactory sense that nobody could take him for a gentleman, mingled with a less agreeable suspicion that it was doubtful whether, under the circumstances, he had a complete right to the title.

The overture strung him up more pleasureably than usual, however.

He wondered if he should recognize her at once, and what part she would have.