It was odd that the Wachners had said nothing of
this note, for it made Anna's conduct seem stranger than ever.
Opposite the page on which lay the little letter, Monsieur Wachner had
amused himself by trying to imitate Anna's angular handwriting.
Sylvia tore out one of the blank pages, and then she put the note-book
and its enclosure back on the table. She felt vaguely touched by the fact
that the Wachners had kept her friend's last letter; they alone, so she
reminded herself, had been really sorry and concerned at Anna's sudden
departure from the place. They also, like Sylvia herself, had been pained
that Madame Wolsky had not cared to say good-bye to them.
She scribbled a few lines on the scrap of paper, and then, quickly making
her way to the dining-room, she placed her unconventional invitation on
the round table, and went out into the hall.
As she opened the front door of the Chalet des Muguets Sylvia was met
by a blast of hot air. She looked out dubiously. She was thoroughly
unnerved--as she expressed it to herself, "upset." Feeling as she now
felt, walking back through the heat would be intolerable.
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