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"There is a train back which reaches Aix at nine o'clock," she said, "so we need not spoil Servettaz' holiday." "His parents will be expecting him," Helene Vauquier added. Accordingly Servettaz left for Chambery by the 1.50 train from Aix; and later on in the afternoon Mme. Dauvray and Celia went by train to Annecy.
Dauvray the colours of her belief, she would hold a seance at the Villa Rose. Mme. Dauvray told the news to Helene Vauquier when they reached the villa. "You will be present, Helene," she cried excitedly. "It will be Tuesday. There will be the three of us." "Certainly, if madame wishes," said Helene submissively. She looked round the room. "Mlle.
Celie. But I should not have guessed it at the time." "Nor could I at the time," said Hanaud. "I kept my open mind about Helene Vauquier; but I locked the door and took the key. Then we went and heard Vauquier's story. The story was clever, because so much of it was obviously, indisputably true. The account of the seances, of Mme.
And madame's maid must attend upon her and deck her out in all these dainty things. Bah!" Vauquier was sitting erect in her chair, violent, almost rancorous with anger. She looked round upon the company and shrugged her shoulders. "I told you not to come to me!" she said, "I cannot speak impartially, or even gently of mademoiselle. Consider!
At times she came near to an extreme irritation with Helene Vauquier. Her lover was in her thoughts. As she put it herself: "I wanted always to look my best, and always to be very good." Good in the essentials of life, that is to be understood. She had lived in a lax world.
Forty years old, a Normandy peasant woman they are not bad people, the Normandy peasants, monsieur avaricious, no doubt, but on the whole honest and most respectable. We know something of Helene Vauquier, monsieur. See!" and he took up a sheet of paper from the table. The paper was folded lengthwise, written upon only on the inside. "I have some details here.
"But the poor man is afraid to ask for a day," she said. "He has been so short a time with madame." "Of course madame will give him a holiday if he asks," replied Celia with a smile. "I will speak to her myself to-morrow." "It would be kind of mademoiselle," said Helene Vauquier. "But perhaps " She stopped. "Well," said Celia.
She the hard peasant woman no longer young, who had been for years the confidential servant of Mme. Dauvray, and no doubt had taken her levy from the impostors who preyed upon her credulous mistress certainly she would hate this young and pretty outcast whom she has to wait upon, whose hair she has to dress. Vauquier she would hate her.
"Well, then," said Hanaud, "we come to last night. There was a seance held in the salon last night." "No, monsieur," said Vauquier, shaking her head; "there was no seance last night." "But already you have said " interrupted the Commissaire; and Hanaud held up his hand. "Let her speak, my friend." "Yes, monsieur shall hear," said Vauquier. It appeared that at five o'clock in the afternoon Mme.
But Mr. Ricardo saw it, and construed it into one word. He imagined a jury uttering the word "Guilty." Helene Vauquier saw the movement too. "Do not condemn her too quickly, monsieur," she, said, with an impulse of remorse. "And not upon my words. For, as I say, I hated her."
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