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ONEbrightmorninglateinFebruaryDr。ArchiewasbreakfastingcomfortablyattheWaldorf。HehadgotintoJerseyCityonanearlytrain，andared，windysunriseovertheNorthRiverhadgivenhimagoodappetite。Heconsultedthemorningpaperwhilehedrankhiscoffeeandsawthat\"Lohengrin\"wastobesungattheoperathatevening。Inthelistoftheartistswhowouldappearwasthename\"Kronborg。\"Suchabruptnessratherstartledhim。\"Kronborg\"：itwasimpressiveandyet，somehow，disrespectful；somewhatrudeandbrazen，onthebackpageofthemorningpaper。Afterbreakfasthewenttothehotelticketofficeandaskedthegirlifshecouldgivehimsome—
thingfor\"Lohengrin，\"\"nearthefront。\"Hismannerwasatrifleawkwardandhewonderedwhetherthegirlnoticedit。Evenifshedid，ofcourse，shecouldscarcelysuspect。
Beforetheticketstandhesawabunchofbluepostersannouncingtheoperacastsfortheweek。Therewas\"Lohengrin，\"andunderithesaw：——
ELSAVONBRABANT……TheaKronborg。