“Will you kindly explain this mystery?” inquired Mrs. Bryce, hotly.
“Yes, if you’ll keep your temper and let me. In the first place, I’m not engaged to him.”
“He says you are practically engaged and that you love him,” contributed Wally.
“But I’ve never seen him.”
“What?”—in chorus from both parents.
“It’s true.”
“You’d better have a look at him,” said Wally, going, to the window.
Isabelle followed him hastily. A man in French uniform gazed up at the windows.
“Is that Jean Jacques?” inquired Isabelle with interest. “He isn’t bad looking, is he?”
“He patrols the block day and night. But get ahead with the plot. What hold has he got on you?”