And now you can't go to the concert." Isabel's face flushed.

"Not go, papa ?" "Why, who is to take you.

I can't get out of bed." "Oh, papa, I must be there.

Otherwise it would like almost as though--as though we had announced what we did not mean to perform.

You know it was arranged that we should join the Ducies; the carriage can still take me to the concert room, and I can go in with them." "Just as you please.