She will only stay a very few moments, as
she has to be at the Villa du Lac by ten o'clock."
The woman turned and threw open the door of the dining-room. Then she
struck a match, and lighted a lamp which stood on the table.
Sylvia, as is often the case with those who have been much thrown with
French people, could understand French much better than she could speak
it, and what Madame Wachner had just hissed out in rapid, mumbling tones,
surprised and puzzled her.
It was quite untrue that she, Sylvia, had to be back at the Villa du Lac
by ten o'clock--for the matter of that, she could stay out as long and as
late as she liked.
Then, again, although the arrangement that she should come to supper
at the Chalet des Muguets to-night had been made that afternoon, the
Wachners had been home, but they had evidently forgotten to tell their
servant that they were expecting a visitor, for only two places were laid
in the little dining-room into which they all three walked on entering
the house.
Propped up against the now lighted lamp was a letter addressed to
Monsieur Polperro in a peculiar, large handwriting.
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