And then she, Sylvia,
was tired and low-spirited to-night--no doubt she had imagined the change
in their manner, which had so surprised and hurt her.
Madame Wachner was quite her old self again; just now she was engaged in
heaping all the cherries which were in the dessert dish on her guest's
plate, in spite of Sylvia's eager protest.
L'Ami Fritz got up and left the room. He was going into the kitchen to
make the coffee.
"Mr. Chester was telling me of your valuable pearls," said Madame Wachner
pleasantly. "I _was_ surprised! What a lot of money to 'ang round one's
neck! But it is worth it if one 'as so lovely a neck as 'as the beautiful
Sylvia! May I look at your pearls, dear friend? Or do you never take them
off?"
Sylvia unclasped the string of pearls and laid it on the table.
"Yes, they are rather nice," she said modestly. "I always wear them, even
at night. Many people have a knot made between each pearl, for that, of
course, makes the danger of losing them much less should the string
break. But mine are not knotted, for a lady once told me that it made the
pearls hang much less prettily; she said it would be quite safe if I had
them restrung every six months.
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