The real labor of the affair began with the buying of the tickets. At
the theatre McTeague got into wrong entrances; was sent from one wicket
to another; was bewildered, confused; misunderstood directions; was at
one moment suddenly convinced that he had not enough money with him,
and started to return home. Finally he found himself at the box-office
wicket.
"Is it here you buy your seats?"
"How many?"
"Is it here--"
"What night do you want 'em? Yes, sir, here's the place."
McTeague gravely delivered himself of the formula he had been reciting
for the last dozen hours.
"I want four seats for Monday night in the fourth row from the front,
and on the right-hand side."
"Right hand as you face the house or as you face the stage?" McTeague
was dumfounded.
"I want to be on the right-hand side," he insisted, stolidly; adding,
"in order to be away from the drums."
"Well, the drums are on the right of the orchestra as you face the
stage," shouted the other impatiently; "you want to the left, then, as
you face the house."
"I want to be on the right-hand side," persisted the dentist.
Without a word the seller threw out four tickets with a magnificent,
supercilious gesture.
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