"Where is Miss Leicester?" he asked.
"She is here," Grace answered, languidly.
"You will not now refuse to take the soprano in the anthem to-morrow,
he said,
when I tell you that it is utterly impossible for Miss Cleaver to do so, and that the anthem must be omitted unless you will sing."
"I am sorry that the anthem should be a failure, but I really cannot," replied Isabel, evidently annoyed.
"Oh, yes you can—just this once," he pleaded.
But Isabel only shook her head.
"Do you mean, Miss Leicester, that you positively will not?" he asked.
"Seriously, Mr. Arlington, I do not intend to sing in the choir to-morrow."