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She rang a third time. Then, without a word, they returned slowly to the garden front. "How mysterious! Mon Dieu! How English it all is!" muttered Madame Piriac. "It gives me fear." Audrey had almost decided definitely that she was saved when she happened to glance through the open window of the drawing-room. She thought she saw a flicker within. She looked again. She could not be mistaken.
And when Tommy, humming, came back to her seat on Mr. Gilman's left hand, Audrey thought: "And why, after all, should she be on his left hand? It is of course proper that I should be on his right, but why should Tommy be on his left? Why not Madame Piriac or Miss Ingate?"
"No," said Audrey. "How could I? We're yachting. Madame Piriac, you know Miss Ingate, don't you? And this is my friend Jane Foley." She spoke quite easily and naturally, though Miss Ingate in her intense agitation had addressed her as Audrey, whereas the Christian name of Mrs.
"Then, if you please, who are you?" "What!" exclaimed Audrey. "You're in the village of Moze itself and you ask who I am. Everybody knows me. My name is Audrey Moze, of Flank Hall, Moze, Essex. Any child in Moze Street will tell you that. Inspector Keeble knows as well as anybody." Madame Piriac proceeded steadily with the inquiry into the carpet. Audrey felt her heart beating.
Audrey exclaimed impulsively in English. "Do let's!" When the parlourmaid had gone, and before the luggage had come down, Madame Piriac caught Audrey to her and kissed her fervently on both cheeks, amid the glinting confusion of polished woods and draperies and silver mountings and bevelled glass. "I am so content that you came, my little one!" murmured Madame Piriac.
It is where lives my little friend, Audrey Moze. To-morrow I visit her, and you must come with me. I insist that you come with me. I have never seen her. It will be all that is most palpitating." Madame Piriac came down into the saloon the next afternoon. "Oh! You are still hiding yourself here!" she murmured gaily to Audrey, who was alone among the cushions. "I was just resting," said Audrey.
The incident might not have ended there had not Madame Piriac appeared in the entrance-hall out of the interior of the hotel.
He had landed them at Boulogne from the Ariadne sound but for one casualty. That casualty was Jane Foley, suffering from pneumonia, which had presumably developed during the evening of exposure spent with Aguilar in the leaking punt and in rain showers. Madame Piriac and Audrey took her to Wimereux and there nursed her through a long and sometimes dangerous illness.
And Audrey seemed to see it afresh, to see it for the first time in her life. And she thought: "Can this be the shabby old drawing-room that I hated so?" The kettle continued to puff vigorously. "If they don't come soon," said Audrey, "the water will be all boiled away and the kettle burnt. Suppose we make the tea?" Madame Piriac raised her eyebrows. "It is your country," she repeated.
Hurley to be at once disarmed and ashamed by this kind offer. She was wrong. He was evidently surprised, but he gave no evidence of shame or of the sudden death in his brain of all suspicions. "That's better," he said calmly. "And I'm much obliged." "I'll come with you," said Audrey. "Madame Piriac," she addressed Hortense with averted eyes.
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