Her wording, once again, had him chuckling. “I saw Miss de Lisle secret herself away into her father’s study. I thought it odd, what with her being a social butterfly herself. Never before at any of the other outings this past year where I’ve noticed her has she ever seemed the sort to want privacy. In fact, from my memory, I believe she generally has a full dance card. But tonight, she disappeared, and so I waited and watched, and not long after, why who else should stow away to said study but none other than Henry Carignon himself!”
“You don’t say!” Mrs. Wetzel proclaimed loud enough for her husband to let out a soft moan and then turn his head as if his sleep had been disturbed.
Isaac paused to assess that his dear friend was well, and when he was assured that Mr. Wetzel was not in an
