CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
October came, dragged by, with the opening night of the play coming nearer. Wally induced Max to come to town and open the house. It was a cold autumn and nearly all of their friends returned early, too.
“I had hoped that nobody would be in town when this idiot child of ours makes her ridiculous début, but now everybody on earth is home. Even the weather favours Isabelle’s plans,” complained Max to her spouse.
“No one need know about it, if we can keep it out of the papers.”
“Yes, if!”
“Better make the best of it. Ask a lot of people to dinner, take all the boxes, and make a joke of it.”
“Isabelle may make a joke of us,” commented her mother.