"Oh, dear!" said Miss Corny. "I imagine he should think of them. I
suppose it was his own fault they came. That's always it. Poor folks get
a heap of children about them, and then ask for pity. I should say it
would be more just if they asked for blame."

"Well, there the tickets are, bought and paid for, so they may as well
be used. You will go with me, Cornelia."

"And stick ourselves there upon empty benches, like two geese, and sit
staring and counting the candles! A pleasant evening?"

"You need not fear empty benches. The Mount Severns are going, and West
Lynne is in a fever, racing after tickets. I suppose you have got a--a
cap," looking at the nondescript article decorating his sister's head,
"that will be suitable to go in, Cornelia; if not you had better order
one."

This suggestion put up Miss Carlyle. "Hadn't you better have your
hair curled, and your coat tails lined with white satin, and a gold
opera-glass, and a cocked hat?" retorted she. "My gracious me! A fine
new cap to go to their mess of a concert in, after paying ten shillings
for the tickets! The world's coming to something."

Mr. Carlyle left her and her grumbling to return to the office. Lord
Mount Severn's carriage was passing at the moment, and Isabel Vane
was within it. She caused it to stop when she saw Mr. Carlyle, and he
advanced to her.

"I have been to Mr. Kane's myself for the tickets," said she, with a
beaming look. "I came into West Lynne on purpose. I told the coachman to