Chapter 9
Isobel interrupted the discussion with an imperative little tap upon the table. "Please listen, all of you!" she exclaimed. "I have something to say, and an invitation for you all." We had been dining at a little Italian restaurant on our way home, and over our coffee had been considering how to spend the rest of the evening. Arthur had declared for a music hall; Mabane and I were indifferent. Isobel up to now had said nothing. "All my life," she said slowly, "I have been wanting to see Feurg res. He is in London for one week with Rejani, and if we can get seats I am going to take you all. I have twenty pounds in my pocket from that nice man Mr. Grooten, who bought my other miniature, and I want to spend some of it." Arthur, who understood no French, shook his head. "Not the slightest
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