The Moth and the Star
He had, however, a handsome pair of opera-glasses, which he converted into change (on the gratuitous plea that he had forgotten his purse) at the first pawnbroker's on the confines of the city. The pawnbroker talked Greek to him at once.
"It's a pity you won't be able to see 'er, sir, as well as 'ear 'er," said he.
"Perhaps they have them on hire in the theatre," replied Stingaree at a venture. The pawnbroker's face instantly advised him that his observation was wide of the obscure mark.
"The theatre! You won't 'ear 'er at any theatre in Sydney, nor yet in the Southern 'Emisphere. Town 'Alls is the only lay for 'Ilda Bouverie out 'ere!"
At first the name conveyed nothing to Stingaree. Yet it was not wholly unfamiliar.
"Of course," said he. "The Town Hall I meant."
The pawnbroker leered as he put down a sovereign and a shilling.
"What a season she's 'aving, sir!"
"Ah! What a season!"
And Stingaree wagged his opera-hatted head.
"'Undreds of pounds' worth of flowers flung on to every platform, and not a dry eye in the place!"
"I know," said the feeling Stingaree.
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