“No; but he is to give a soiree to-morrow night at Delmar’s music rooms to introduce himself. I have been favored with an invitation, and shall be in attendance.”
“You can give me a report of the affair.”
“Yes; I have an idea, Florence. It is that you take lessons of Mr. Zikoff.”
“I!”
“Yes; it would be an excellent way for you to occupy your time. It would keep you from brooding your life away. You are interested in music too, and used to enjoy its study so much.”
“Yes, I know it.”
“And that would not be like going out into the world. He would come to you twice a week, and give you something to keep your hands and mind busy several hours every day.”
“I will think of it,” said Florence, musingly. Her mind seemed to be possessed of some new train of thought, for she spoke slowly, and there was an absent look on her face. She added, as if speaking to herself, “I think I should like to know Mr. Zikoff.”
“I’ll warrant that he’s jolly,” rattled Mabel, “and it must be no end of fun to listen to his jabber.”
“Jabber.”