“Yes; confound his impudence, keeping everybody else waiting.”
“Not at all. Mr. Goldstein is a highly important friend. He wants me to take charge of the music at the Koh-i-noor. He’s mad about the new organ, and he says I’m just the person they have been looking for.”
“Can you play the organ?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve played one; and I have three weeks before they open. He wants to add an orchestra later, and he wants me to take full charge of the musical end of the theater.”
“Pretty fine—but Miss Frink—”
“Who is Miss Frink?” asked Adèle saucily. “Leonard”—she leaned toward him, and her pressure thrilled him—“you and I have our own lives to live.”
“That arrangement would make you very independent, Adèle.”
“I can never be independent of the people I’m fond of,” she answered softly, and withdrew from him.
“Strange that Goldstein should be the one to approach you just now. I have had some business dealings with him, and he is all right; he has big, generous ideas. There is nothing small about Goldstein. He is after me now to put through a deal for him, but I don’t know. He makes it very tempting for me, but I’m afraid Miss Frink—”
“Oh, don’t be tied to her apron-string. What is the deal?”