“Wally, I’m not engaged to anybody,” answered his child.
The maid announced the trunks and Isabelle went in search of her treasures. When she returned she carried in each hand a bundle of letters tied with ribbons.
“Son Jean’s,” she said, offering one bundle to Max. “We need not go over Son Edouard’s.”
Mrs. Bryce began to read. As she finished a page, she handed it to Wally, and he in turn passed it to Miss Watts. The two women read solemnly, but Wally laughed occasionally. Isabelle sat by, now and then taking a peek at the author of this new trouble.
“Well!” remarked Mrs. Bryce when the last tender words had been read.
“Going some, Isabelle!” added Wally.
“We’ll have him in,” said Max.
“Oh, no; now, I wouldn’t do that.”
“I would. Matthews will go across the street and tell him to come.”
“For Heaven’s sake, Max, what are you going to do?”