I have not the heart, when an amiable lady says, “Come to ‘Semiramis’ in my box,” to decline; but I get bolder at a distance. ‘Semiramis’ would be to me pure misery. I love music very little,—I hate acting; I have the worst opinion of Semiramis herself, and the whole thing (I cannot help it) seems so childish and so foolish that I cannot abide it. Moreover, it would be rather out of etiquette for a Canon of St. Paul’s to go to an opera; and where etiquette prevents me from doing things disagreeable to myself, I am a perfect martinet.
All these things considered, I am sure you will not be a Semiramis to me, but let me off.