Madame Wachner also got up. She wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then
laid her hand on Sylvia's shoulder.
"Come, come," she exclaimed, and this time she spoke quite kindly, "you
must not be cross with me, dear friend! I was only laughing, I was only
what you call in England 'teasing.' The truth is I am very vexed and
upset that our supper is not better. I told that fool Frenchwoman to get
in something really nice, and she disobeyed me! I was 'ungry, too, for I
'ad no dejeuner to-day, and that makes one 'ollow, does it not? But now
L'Ami Fritz is going to make us some good coffee! After we 'ave 'ad it
you shall go away if so is your wish, but my 'usband will certainly
accompany you--"
"Most certainly I will do so; you will not move--no, not a single
step--without me," said Monsieur Wachner solemnly.
And then Madame Wachner burst out into a sudden peal of
laughter--laughter which was infectious.
Sylvia smiled too, and sat down again. After all, as Paul de Virieu had
truly said, not once, but many times, the Wachners were not refined
people--but they were kind and very good-natured.
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