Occasionally, he escorted clients to the Metropolitan Opera.
What you want, when you unveil it, is one grand fanfare, like an opera overture, like a blast on Gabriel’s horn.
He bought out the entire house for a great opera performance—and sat alone in the empty auditorium with his current mistress.
But, when you were given an exercise in the historical styles, a Tudor chapel or a French opera house to design—and you turned in something that looked like a lot of boxes piled together without rhyme or reason—would you say it was an answer to an assignment or plain insubordination?
Mrs. Huntington-Cole’s hobbies are gardening, the opera and early American sugar-bowls.
When he entered, she saw him looking at the mob of guests as if he did not realize that such a mob was appropriate to a Grand Opera premiere or a royal rummage sale, not to the solemn climax of his life.