Prue and I 7.9.76

Prue and I - Yet I think, sometimes, when I look up from the parquet at the opera, and see Aurelia smiling in the boxes, and holding her court of love, and youth, and beauty, that the historians have not told of a fairer queen, nor the travellers seen devouter homage.

• An old book-keeper, who wears a white cravat and black trowsers in the morning, who rarely goes to the opera.
• And never dines out, is clearly a person of no fashion and of no superior sources of information.
• His only journey is from his house to his office; his only satisfaction is in doing his duty; his only happiness is in his Prue and his children.
• What romance can such a life have? What stories can such a man tell?
• Yet I think, sometimes, when I look up from the parquet at the opera, and see Aurelia smiling in the boxes, and holding her court of love, and youth.
• Beauty, that the historians have not told of a fairer queen, nor the travellers seen devouter homage.