Try and do what you can for him." "Yes, I will," he warmly answered.
Mr.Carlyle sold no end of tickets the following day, or rather caused them to be sold.

He praised up the concert far and wide, and proclaimed that Lord Mount Severn and his daughter would not think of missing it.
Mr.Kane's house was besieged for tickets, faster than he could write his signature in their corner; and when Mr.Carlyle went home to luncheon at midday, which he did not often do, he laid down two at Miss Corny's elbow.
"What's this?
Concert tickets! Archibald, you have never gone and bought these!" What would she have said had she known that the two were not the extent of his investment?
"Ten shillings to throw away upon two paltry bits of cardboard!" chafed Miss Carlyle.

"You always were a noodle in money matters, Archibald, and always will be.

I wish I had the keeping of your purse!" "What I have given will not hurt me, Cornelia, and Kane is badly off.
Think of his troop of children." "Oh, dear!" said Miss Corny.

"I imagine he should think of them.