Arthur, who understood no French, shook his head.
"Not the slightest chance of seats," he declared. "They've all been booked for weeks."
"They often have some returned at the theatre," Isobel answered. "At least, if you others do not mind, we will go and see."
"Your proposal, Isobel," Allan said gravely, "indicates a certain amount of recklessness which reflects little credit upon us, your guardians. I propose——"
"Please do not be tiresome!" she interrupted. "Arnold, you will come with me, will you not?"
"I shall be delighted," I answered. "I am sure that we all shall. Only I am afraid that we shall not get in."
We paid the bill and walked to the theatre. The man at the ticket-office shook his head at our request for seats. People had been waiting in the streets since morning for the unreserved places, and the others had been booked weeks ago. But as we were turning away the telephone in his office rang, and he called us back.
"I have just had four stalls returned," he said. "You can have them, if you like."
"We are in morning dress," I remarked doubtfully.
"They are in the back row, so you can have them if you care to," he answered.