“No easy task,” remarked Peace, “especially if he is not acquainted with the performers.”
“No—so he says. Would you like to see him?”
“Who?”
“Mr. Knight.”
“It will be necessary for me to do so before the night of the concert. Otherwise we shall be all at sea.”
“I will mention the subject. You will find him, I’m sure, in every respect a gentleman, who, I dare say, will be happy to make the acquaintance of a brother artist.”
“I’m obliged to you for your good opinion,” said Peace, with a sort of bow, which was half obsequious and half satirical.
“In the cause of charity we are all of us brothers; and on what evening do you purpose giving this concert?”
“As soon as possible. It would be as well, I think, to strike the iron while it’s hot. It must certainly be within a fortnight—or a week, if it can be arranged. Do you play sacred music—”
“I do not care to play anything else. If I consulted my own inclination I should confine myself to sacred music—not, mind you, that I have done so at present.”