A Night at the Opera Evening Post’s Tailors busied themselves with Pollenport, Timothy and Quince, and dressmakers occupied themselves with Rose and Regan, and the photographers kept crying, “Now please, just one more in native dress before you change . . .” and Digby and Bryan saw to the catering, making innumerable cups of tea and cutting innumerable sandwiches.
By two o’clock the worst of the turmoil had subsided and the lull gave opportunity for surveying the field and reckoning gains. The photographers had retreated and so had the tailors and dressmakers. The floor of the flat was littered with shallow boxes that had, until recently, contained shirts, vests and pants, and a variety of women’s underclothing, and now the six from Antigeos were dressed in terrestrial fashion. Quince had
