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"We also will have a rest from the Casino." "Very well! I accept gratefully your kind invitation." "Come early. Come at six, and we can 'ave a cosy chat first." "Yes, I will!" After giving directions that they were to be told when the carriage had come back from the Châlet des Muguets, the two friends went up to Anna Wolsky's bed-room. Sylvia sat down by the open window.
Madame Wachner had evidently been very much annoyed by Anna's lack of civility, and surely the least Anna could have done would have been to send a message saying that it was impossible for her to come to supper at the Châlet des Muguets! "I am quite sure Anna did not mean to be rude, dear Madame Wachner," said Sylvia, earnestly.
Chester and Paul de Virieu walked quickly up the path. Suddenly a shaft of bright light pierced the moonlit darkness. The shutters of the dining-room of the Châlet des Muguets had been unbarred, and the window was thrown wide open.
Taking out of it a wooden spoon and fork, he came back to the table and began silently mixing the salad. The two last times Sylvia had been at the Châlet des Muguets, her host, in deference to her English taste, had put a large admixture of vinegar in the salad dressing, but this time she saw that he soused the lettuce-leaves with oil. At last, "Will you have some salad, Mrs.
This was the good lady who had been so kind to him the night before; nay, who had actually offered to give him a bed if the Pension Malfait had been closed. "We 'ave lunched in the town," she said, partly addressing Chester, "and so I thought I would come and ask you, Madame Sylvia, whether you and your friend will come to tea at the Villa des Muguets to-day?"
And then, with one of his sudden, stiff bows, the Comte de Virieu turned on his heel, leaving Sylvia to make her way alone to the little wooden gate on which were painted the words "Châlet des Muguets." Sylvia pushed open the little white gate of the Châlet des Muguets and began walking up the path which lay through the neglected, untidy garden.
He so seldom interfered or negatived any suggestion that Sylvia felt a little surprised, the more so that it was really a long walk from the Casino to the lonely Châlet des Muguets. But as Madame Wachner had nodded assent to her husband's words, their English guest said no more.
The Frenchwoman took up her parasol and laid the house key on the table, then, with a "Bon jour, Madame, et encore merci bien!" she noisily closed the door behind her. A moment later, Sylvia, with a sense of relief, found herself in sole possession of the Châlet des Muguets. Even the quietest, the most commonplace house has, as it were, an individuality that sets it apart from other houses.
They shook hands with the Wachners, and as they walked the short distance from the Casino to the villa, Sylvia told Anna all about her visit to the Châlet des Muguets. "They seem nice homely people," she said, "and Madame Wachner was really very kind." "Yes, no doubt; but she is a very strict wife," answered Anna smiling.
"I?" said Sylvia. "No, of course I don't know of anyone to write to. How could I? I haven't known her very long, you know, Madame Wachner. But we became friends almost at once." The motor was still stationary. The driver turned round for orders. Sylvia roused herself. "Can I drive you back to the Châlet des Muguets?" she asked. "Somehow I don't feel inclined to take a drive in the forest now."
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