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Lowndes, Marie Adelaide Belloc, 1868-1947

"The Chink in the Armour"

"I suppose I shall join the Club.
You see, my friend is so fond of play."
"I believe you there!" cried the other, familiarly. "We used to watch
Madame Wolsky at Aix--my 'usband and I. It seems so strange that there
we never spoke to 'er, and that now we seem to know 'er already so
much better than we did in all the weeks we were together at Aix! But
there"--she sighed a loud, heaving sigh--"we 'ad a friend--a dear young
friend--with us at Aix-les-Bains."
"Yes, I know," said Sylvia, sympathisingly.
"You know?" Madame Wachner looked at her quickly. "What is it that you
know, Madame?"
"Madame Wolsky told me about it. Your friend was drowned, was he not? It
must have been very sad and dreadful for you and your husband."
"It was terrible!" said Madame Wachner vehemently. "Terrible!"
* * * * *
The hour in the garden sped by very quickly, and Sylvia was rather sorry
when it came to be time to start for the Casino.
"Look here!" cried Madame Wachner suddenly. "Why should not L'Ami Fritz
escort Madame Wolsky to the Casino while you and I take a pretty drive?
I am so tired of that old Casino--and you will be so tired of it soon,
too!" she exclaimed in an aside to Sylvia.


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