"Oh, I'm sure there will be. Evander is sweet." He said, turning down the street towards the theatre. Glancing up at Constance as she spoke he smiled. "New costumes? I think we'd be delighted to take them off your hands, Miss Constance. We could always use new costumes."
At least he could. He loved the idea of a new dress, especially something as beautiful as the outfits the girls at Isabel's house wore.