TEXT B. AT THE BOX-OFFICE
— I want four seats for Sunday, please.
— Matinee or evening performance?
— Evening, please.
— Well, you can have very good seats in the stalls. Row F.
— Oh, no! It's near the orchestra-pit. My wife can't stand loud music.
— Then I could find you some seats in the pit.
— I'm afraid that won't do either. My father-in-law is terribly short-sighted. He wouldn't see much from the pit, would he?
— Hm... Perhaps, you'd care to take a box?
— Certainly not! It's too expensive. I can't afford it. — Dress-circle then?
— I don't like to sit in the dress-circle.
— I'm afraid the only thing that remains is the gallery.
— How can you suggest such a thing! My mother-in-law is a stout woman with a weak heart. We couldn't dream of letting her walk up four flights of stairs, could we?
— I find, sir, that there isn't a single seat in the house80 that would suit you.
— There isn't, is there? Well, I think we'd much better go to the movies. As for me, I don't care much for this theatre-going business. Good day!
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