Madame Wachner
had evidently been very much annoyed by Anna's lack of civility, and
surely the least Anna could have done would have been to send a message
saying that it was impossible for her to come to supper at the Chalet des
Muguets!
"I am quite sure Anna did not mean to be rude, dear Madame Wachner," said
Sylvia, earnestly. "You know she may have sent you a letter or a message
which miscarried. They are rather careless people at the Pension
Malfait."
"Yes, of course, that is always possible," said the other rather coldly.
And then, as they came within sight of the Pension Malfait, Madame
Wachner suddenly placed her large, powerful, bare hand on Sylvia's small
gloved one.
"Look 'ere, my dear," she said, familiarly, "do not worry about Madame
Wolsky. Believe me, she is not worth it."
Sylvia looked at her amazed, and then Madame Wachner broke into French:
"She thought of nothing but play--that is the truth! Play, play, play!
Other times she was half asleep!"
She waited a moment, then slowly, and in English, she said, "I believe in
my 'eart that she 'as gone off to Aix.
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