“Deceivin’ little minx! Is this the way ye brought her up, Mrs. Bryce?”
“I didn’t bring her up. She’s brought herself up. Go on with the story.”
“The hero curried favour with one Miss Watts in hope of advancing his suit . . .”
“Miss Watts was foolish about him, too,” announced Isabelle.
“I was,” admitted Miss Watts.
“The heroine promptly acquired one Major O’Dell, of the English army, one odious youth, named Percy, one nondescript yclept Jack——”
“And an Irishman named O’Leary,” boasted Isabelle.
“And an Irishman named O’Leary. She led them all a pretty dance, and when her affairs were so complicated that a lawyer couldn’t straighten them out, whist! she disappears.”
“Engaged to a Frenchman!” supplied Wally. “Catholic tastes, our Isabelle, a regular internationalist.”