"No," she said slowly, "I do not for a moment suppose that you will ever
see Madame Wolsky again. It would surprise me very much if you were to do
so. For one thing, she must be--well, rather ashamed of the way she
treated you--you who were so kind to her, Sylvie!"
"She was far kinder to me than I was to her," said Sylvia in a low voice.
"Ah, my dear"--Madame Wachner put her fat hand on Sylvia's
shoulder--"you have such a kind, warm, generous heart--that is the truth!
No, no, Anna Wolsky was not able to appreciate such a friend as you are!
But now the tea is made, made strong to the English taste, we must not
leave L'Ami Fritz and Mr. Chester alone together. Gentleman are dull
without ladies."
Carrying the teapot she led the way into the dining-room, and they sat
down round the table.
The little tea-party went off fairly well, but Chester could not forget
his strange conversation with Sylvia in the motor. Somehow, he and she
had never come so really near to one another as they had done that
afternoon. And yet, on the other hand, he felt that she was quite unlike
what he had thought her to be.
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