“Thank you,” bowed the Captain. “Mr. Bryce, the British consul has full information about me. I am a captain in the —— Regiment. I am on sick leave, wounded at Ypres.”
Wally put out his hand and grasped O’Leary’s.
“I’ll have a talk with the Consul this afternoon, but if Isabelle likes you as well as I do, your case is safe right now.”
Isabelle fell upon Wally and hugged him. The next victim was Miss Watts.
“I know you’ll be happy, my dear. You know how to take care of her, Captain O’Leary.”
“Trust me,” he said.
Isabelle went and stood in front of her mother.
“Well?” said Isabelle.
“I think you ought to kiss me, don’t you?”
She did.