"Do you think it will be long before Madame Wachner comes back?" asked
Sylvia.
The woman hesitated--"I cannot tell you that," she mumbled. "They never
say when they are going, or when they will be back. They are very odd
people!"
She bustled out of the room for a few moments and then came back, holding
a big cotton parasol in her hand.
"I do not know if Madame wishes to stay on here by herself? As for me,
I must go now, for my work is done. Perhaps when Madame leaves the house
she will put the key under the mat."
"Yes, if I leave the house before my friends return home I will certainly
do so. But I expect Madame Wachner will be here before long."
Sylvia spoke shortly. She did not like the day-servant's independent,
almost rude way of speaking.
"Should the master and mistress come back before Madame has left, will
Madame kindly explain that she _insisted_ on coming into the house? I am
absolutely forbidden to admit visitors unless Madame Wachner is here to
entertain them."
The woman spoke quickly, her eyes fixed expectantly on the lady sitting
before her.
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