"I suppose French husbands only like their wives when they are young and
pretty," she said slowly.
"Another of the many injustices you are always heaping on my poor
country," the Count protested lightly. "But I confess I deserved it this
time! Joking apart, I think 'L'Ami Fritz' is very fond of his"--he
hesitated, then ended his sentence with "Old Dutch!"
Sylvia could not help smiling.
"It is too bad of you," she exclaimed, "to talk like that! The Wachners
are very nice people, and I won't allow you to say anything against
them!"
Somehow they were friends again. His next words proved it.
"I will not say anything against the Wachners this afternoon. In fact,
if you will allow me to do so, I will escort you part of the way."
And he was even better than his word, for he went on with Sylvia till
they were actually within sight of the little, isolated villa where the
Wachners lived.
There, woman-like, she made an effort to persuade him to go in with her.
"Do come," she said urgently. "Madame Wachner would be so pleased! She
was saying the other day that you had never been to their house.
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