1 You can come to my sister's box.
2 I sat in the dingy box absolutely enthralled.
3 He put the box back, shutting the cabinet doors as he did so, and went into his bedroom.
4 Well, I found myself seated in a horrid little private box, with a vulgar drop-scene staring me in the face.
5 His lips trembled, and rushing to the back of the box, he leaned up against the wall, hiding his face in his hands.
6 He escorted them to their box with a sort of pompous humility, waving his fat jewelled hands and talking at the top of his voice.
7 Because," said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box, "one can survive everything nowadays except that.
8 On the first night I was at the theatre, the horrid old Jew came round to the box after the performance was over and offered to take me behind the scenes and introduce me to her.
9 It was a small Chinese box of black and gold-dust lacquer, elaborately wrought, the sides patterned with curved waves, and the silken cords hung with round crystals and tasselled in plaited metal threads.
10 Yet, after some time, he wearied of them, and would sit in his box at the opera, either alone or with Lord Henry, listening in rapt pleasure to "Tannhauser" and seeing in the prelude to that great work of art a presentation of the tragedy of his own soul.