Miss Devoe ignored the rejoinder, by whispering to Larry. Isabelle turned to Major O’Dell.
“You’d better talk to me about something. I don’t seem to be a popular favourite.”
“Yours is the unforgivable sin.”
“What?”
“Youth.”
“But they are much prettier than I am, every one of them.”
“I’ll take your eyes and your tongue, thanks,” he laughed. “Let’s take a look at the sunset.”
They rose.
“Where are ye going, you two?” inquired O’Leary.
“Sunsetting,” replied Isabelle.