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Edith Wharton, from The House of Mirth (novel)

Silke Mentchen

"Well, here we are, in for another six months [1] of caterwauling [2]," he began complainingly. "Not a shade of difference between[3] this year and last, except that the women have got new clothes and the singers haven't got new voices. My wife's[4] musical, you know--puts me through a course of this every winter. It isn't so bad on Italian nights--then we go late to the opera, and there's time to digest. But when they give [5] Wagner we have to rush dinner, and I pay up for it. And the draughts[6] are damnable--. There's Trenor leaving the box[7] without[8] drawing the curtain! With a hide [9] like that draughts don't make any difference. Did you ever watch Trenor eat? If you did, [10] you'd wonder why he's alive; I suppose he's leather inside too.--But I came to say that my wife wants you to come down to our place next Sunday. Do for heaven's sake say yes. She said she was going to write a line to you[11].She's got a lot of bores coming--intellectual ones, I mean; that's her new line, you know, and I'm not sure it ain't worse than the music. Some of 'em have long hair…!”