Sylvia always enjoyed talking to Madame Wachner. She was a little bit
ashamed that this was so, for this cosmopolitan woman's conversation was
not always quite refined, but she was good-natured and lively, and her
talk was invariably amusing. Above all, she knew how to flatter, and
after a chat with Madame Wachner Sylvia Bailey always felt pleased both
with herself and with the world about her.
There was very little concerning the young Englishwoman's simple,
uneventful life with which Madame Wachner was not by now acquainted. She
was aware for instance, that Sylvia had no close relations of her own,
and that, like Anna Wolsky, Mrs. Bailey knew nobody--she had not even
an acquaintance--living in Paris.
This fact had enlisted to a special degree Madame Wachner's interest and
liking for the two young widows.
Sylvia rang the primitive bell which hung by the door which alone gave
access, apart from the windows, to the Chalet des Muguets.
After some moments the day-servant employed by Madame Wachner opened the
door with the curt words, "Monsieur and Madame are in Paris.
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