CHAPTER NINE
Poor Isabelle languished in disgrace in her own room for the two days of her mother’s house party, as a result of her Amazonian entrance to the dinner. Martin Christiansen pleaded her case, took the blame upon himself; the rest of the party laughed heartily over the episode and demanded more Isabelle, but Max remained adamant and refused to release the prisoner.
Wally visited his daughter on Sunday, carrying a note from Christiansen. He expected to find her raging at her confinement, but, instead, she was curled up in a chair with a book on her lap, and he had to speak to her twice before she heard him.
“Hello, Wally,” she said, unenthusiastically.
“Hello. How are you getting on?”
“Fine.”
“Pity you have to be shut up this nice day.”
“I like it.”
He grinned derisively.