When he had gone I went into my bedroom and made a pile of my opera-hat.
I left Thomas scrambling about the mosaic lobby of the theater for his opera-hat.
In one hand this figure held a snuff-box, in the other an opera-hat.
He offered his opera-hat and civil mantle to Radocky, who departed in them, leaving his military cloak in exchange.
One can not imagine Socrates in an opera-hat—in fact, he wore no hat, and he was bald.
The cue came, and I entered mechanically crushing an opera-hat against my shirt-front.
The Dude stood by, offering advice, and all ready with cane in one and opera-hat box the other.
Opera-hat in daytime looks so disreputable: suggestive of having been out all night.
An opera-hat was pushed to the back of his head, and an evening dress shirt-front gleamed out through his open overcoat.
We are like what a music-hall Lion Comique would be without his opera-hat, if such a thing can be imagined.