"Oh!" Chrystie groaned, then shook her head at Mark. "Trust your relations to take down your pride. Why, it's the Castanet song from 'The Zingara!' Tum-tum-tum, tum-tum-tum," and she began swaying her body in time, humming an air and banging out the accompaniment, "'With my castanets, with my castanets.' That's exactly the way it goes only I don't know the words." She whirled again to Mark. "It's the most _delicious_ thing! Have you seen it?" He hadn't, and Chrystie sank together on the stool in reproachful surprise. "Oh, Mr. Burrage, you _must_ go. Don't lose a minute, this very night." Lorry breathed an embarrassed "Chrystie!" "I didn't mean _that_ and he knows it. I mean the soonest night _after_ tonight. We went yesterday and even Aunt Ellen loved it. Didn't you, Aunt Ellen?" Aunt Ellen, startled from surreptitious slumber, gave an unnaturally loud assent to which Chrystie paid no attention. "It's the new opera at the Albion and Pancha Lopez is--" She threw out her hands and looked at the ceiling, words inadequate. "She's never done anything so good before," Lorry said. "All in red and orange, and coins everywhere. Orange stockings and cute little red slippers, and two long braids of black hair. Oh, down to there," Chrystie thrust out her foot, her skirt drawn close over a stalwart leg, on which, just above the knee, she laid her finger tips. Her eyes on Mark were as unconscious as a baby's. "I don't think it's all her own, it's too long--I'll ask Charlie Crowder." Aunt Ellen had not gone off again and to prove it said, "How would he know?" "Well he'd see it, wouldn't he? He'd see it when she took off her hat, all wound round her head, yards and yards of it. No, it's false, it was pinned on under that little cap thing. And after the second act when she came on to bow she carried a bunch of flowers--oh, that big," her arms outlined a wide ellipse, "the same colors as her dress, red carnations and some sort of yellowish flower I couldn't see plainly." Mark, seeing some comment was expected of him, hazarded a safe, "You don't say!" "And just as she was going off"--Lorry took it up now--"she looked at someone in a box and smiled and--" But Chrystie couldn't bear it. She leaned toward her sister imploringly. "Now, Lorry, let me tell that--you _know_ I noticed it first." Then to Mark, "She was close to the side where they go off and I was looking at her through the glasses, and I saw her just as plain give a sort of quick look into the box and then smile and point to the flowers. It was as if she said to the person in there, 'You see, I've got them.'" "Who was in the box?" Chrystie bounced exuberantly on the stool. "That's the joke. None of us could see. Whoever he was he was far back, out of sight. It was awfully exciting to me for I simply adore Pancha Lopez and Charlie Crowder, who knows her so well, says she hasn't an admirer of any kind." Aunt Ellen came to the surface with, "Perhaps she's going to get one now."