"
And Sylvia, looking across at her, said to herself with a heavy sigh that
this was true. Madame Wachner had summed up Count Paul very accurately.
At last there came the sound of a carriage in the quiet lane outside.
"Fritz! Go and see if that is the carriage I ordered to come here at nine
o'clock," said his wife sharply; and then, as he got up silently to obey
her, she followed him out into the passage, and Sylvia, who had very
quick ears, heard her say, in low, vehement tones, "I work and work and
work, but you do nothing! Do try and help me--it is for your sake I am
taking all this trouble!"
What could these odd words mean? At what was Madame Wachner working?
A sudden feeling of discomfort came over Sylvia. Then the stout,
jolly-looking woman was not without private anxieties and cares? There
had been something so weary as well as so angry in the tone in which
Madame Wachner spoke to her beloved "Ami Fritz."
A moment later he was hurrying towards the gate.
"Sophie," he cried out from the garden, "the carriage is here! Come
along--we have wasted too much time already--"
Like Anna Wolsky, Monsieur Wachner grudged every moment spent away from
the tables.
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