opera-hat

Opera, in tights and an opera-hat, sir, like ‘Froggy would wooing go,’ of a Saturday-night, too, when his ma thought him safe in bed in the City!

The Newcomes 2006

Meantime, looking like the conventional conception of a fashionable reveller, with his opera-hat pushed off his forehead, Captain Blunt was having some slight difficulty with his latch-key; for the house before which we had stopped was not one of those many-storied houses that made up the greater part of the street.

The Arrow of Gold 2006

On this, when he entered, a sinister-looking individual in evening clothes and an opera-hat was cracking a riding-whip, to the strokes of which and his shouts of command, a madonna-faced woman, sheathed in black to her chin, to her finger-tips, her toes, with nothing of her visible but a lasciviously white face under an enormous black hat, capered like a horse.

Succedaneum 2004

A slovenly, ragged man came in, his trousers belted with a piece of rope and an opera-hat upon his head.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She drew a box over to the fire, and he sat down, now holding the opera-hat upon his knees, and I think he must have acquired it very lately, for he kept constantly closing and opening it.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She drew a box over to the fire, and he sat down, now holding the opera-hat upon his knees, and I think he must have acquired it very lately, for he kept constantly closing and opening it.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

A slovenly, ragged man came in, his trousers belted with a piece of rope and an opera-hat upon his head.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She drew a box over to the fire, and he sat down, now holding the opera-hat upon his knees, and I think he must have acquired it very lately, for he kept constantly closing and opening it.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

She drew a box over to the fire, and he sat down, now holding the opera-hat upon his knees, and I think he must have acquired it very lately, for he kept constantly closing and opening it.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

A slovenly, ragged man came in, his trousers belted with a piece of rope and an opera-hat upon his head.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965