Mrs. Bryce went hastily out of the room, without a look at Isabelle. Miss Watts followed her.
“Well, Isabelle?”
“Wally; I’m sorry!” she said, earnestly.
He looked at her speculatively.
“It may cost a pretty penny to get rid of him. Are you sure Edouard knows that he is disinherited?”
“I hope so,” she said, solemnly. “Wally, it does discourage you with being patriotic, or having children or anything!”
“Wally, are you coming?” called Mrs. Bryce, sharply.
He hurried away, trying his best to cover a smile with a befitting dignity.