“Am I?” she said, peering under the table.
“The dear, ingenuous little thing,” said Mrs. Darlington, tartly.
She turned and deliberately engaged the men next her in an aside. She had no intention of letting this impertinent miss occupy the entire attention during tea.
Captain O’Leary turned to the protection of Isabelle.
“Haven’t seen much of you lately,” he began.
“No?”
“I see you are always followed by a retinue of boys. No chance for an old fellow like me.”
“The young ones are more diverting.”
“Who is the blond Adonis, me chief rival?”