The play 'ere was not big enough
for 'er. And remember that you 'ave good friends still left in Lacville.
I do not only speak of me and of my 'usband, but also of another one."
She laughed, if good-naturedly, then a little maliciously.
But Sylvia gave no answering smile. She told herself that Madame Wachner,
though kindly, was certainly rather vulgar, not to say coarse. And her
words about Madame Wolsky were really unkind. Anna was not such a gambler
as was Fritz Wachner.
They were now at the gate of the boarding house.
"We will, at any rate, go in and find out when Anna left, and if she said
where she was going," said Sylvia.
"If you do not mind," observed Madame Wachner, "I will remain out here,
in the car. They have already seen me this morning at the Pension
Malfait. They must be quite tired of seeing me."
Sylvia felt rather disappointed. She would have liked the support of
Madame Wachner's cheerful presence when making her inquiries, for she was
aware that the proprietors of Anna's pension--M. and Madame Malfait--had
been very much annoyed that she, Sylvia, had not joined her friend there.
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