"Then I guess it's the Manhattan for ours, Dave. They're singing Herodiade there. It's Aida at the other house, and I guess Herodiade would suit you better."

"Just as you say. I ain't never heard of either of 'em. How about this Eye-talian feller, Caruso? He doin' anything tonight?"

"Not tonight," Wade answered. "It's Cavalieri and Renaud at the Manhattan."

Dave blinked and waved his cigar acquiescently.

"Sounds all right, boy. I leave it to you. Just as long as there's plenty of style and ginger I'm for it. Pay your bill and let's get along. I ain't spent any money for 'most an hour and my roll's gettin' awful nervous!"