The Secrets of the Club Box of Mister Van Der Luyden

Newland archer was a quiet and self controlled young man. Conformity to the discipline of a small society had become almost his second nature. It was deeply distasteful to him to do anything melodramatic and conspicuous, anything mister van der luyden would have condemned as bad form. He walked along the semicircular passage at the back of the house and opened the door of missus van der lyden's box. Ma ama thrilled out the triumphant marguerite. And the occupants of the box looked up in surprise at archer's entrance.