There--go and tell the fellow we will look in for half an hour." She flew back to Mr.Kane, her eyes dancing.

She spoke quietly, as she always did, but her own satisfaction gladdened her voice.
"I am happy to tell you that papa has consented.

He will take four tickets and we will attend the concert." The tears rushed into Mr.Kane's eyes; Isabel was not sure but they were in her own.

He was a tall, thin, delicate-looking man, with long, white fingers, and a long neck.

He faltered forth his thanks with an inquiry whether he might be allowed to state openly that they would be present.
"Tell everybody," said she, eagerly.