One of the things that she told me was that it
was possible, in fact, quite likely, that I should never go back to
England--I mean at all! And that if I did so, I should go as a stranger.
Wasn't that absurd?"
"Quite absurd," said Count Paul, quietly. "For even if you married again,
Madame; if you married a Frenchman, for instance, you would still wish to
go back to your own country sometimes--at least, I suppose so."
"Of course I should." And once more Sylvia reddened violently.
But this time Count Paul felt no pleasure in watching the flood of
carmine staining not only the smooth, rounded cheek, but the white
forehead and neck of his fair English friend.
Sylvia went on speaking, a little quickly.
"She said almost the same thing to Anna. Wasn't that odd? I mean she said
that Anna would probably never go back to her own country. But what was
really very strange was that she did not seem to be able to see into
Anna's future at all. And then--oh well, she behaved very oddly. After
we had gone she called us back--" Sylvia stopped for a moment.
"Well?" said Count Paul eagerly.
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