“Oh, don’t!” groaned Isabelle.
“I didn’t come to reproach you. I came to help. I want to be sure that we both understand that you have been to blame in this affair. That settled, we’ll go on to the next step.”
“There isn’t any next step. I’ve disgraced us all.”
“Oh, come, it isn’t so bad as that. You have given a great many people a good laugh, and no doubt they are very grateful to you for it. Now, do you want to go on with the stage?—really to study the fine art of acting?”
“No! no! NO!”
“What are your plans?”
“I haven’t any.”
“You cannot spend the rest of your life in this room, my child.”
“I’d like to.”