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Updated: May 19, 2025
Madame Wachner sat down again at the dining-table, "One moment!" she exclaimed, rather breathlessly. "Just wait till I 'ave finished my coffee, Sylvia dear, and then L'Ami Fritz will escort you 'ome." Rather unwillingly, Sylvia again sat down. Monsieur Wachner was paying no attention either to his guest or to his wife.
Even now Sylvia did not mention Madame Wachner. "Of course, I don't think you a hypocrite," she said awkwardly, "but you never did like poor Anna, and you were always telling me that Lacville isn't a place where a nice woman ought to stay long. I thought you might have said something of the same kind to Madame Wolsky."
Sylvia quickly made a mental calculation. Forty pounds? Yes, she supposed that was very cheap for Lacville. "We come in May, and we may stay till October," said Madame Wachner, still speaking in a satisfied tone. "I made a bargain with a woman from the town. She comes each morning, cooks what I want, and does the 'ousework.
Bailey?" he said brusquely, and in English. He spoke English far better than did his wife. "No," she said. "Not to-night, thank you!" And Sylvia, smiling, looked across at Madame Wachner, expecting to see in the older woman's face a humorous appreciation of the fact that L'Ami Fritz had forgotten her well-known horror of oil. Mrs.
He put the small cup before his guest, the large cup before his wife. "I hope you do not mind having a small cup," he said solemnly. "I remember that you do not care to take a great deal of coffee, so I have given you the small cup." Sylvia looked up. "Oh dear!" she exclaimed, "I ought to have told you before you made it, Monsieur Wachner but I won't have any coffee to-night.
What do you do?" she turned to Sylvia Bailey. "I leave it in my trunk at the hotel," said Sylvia. "The servants at the Villa du Lac seem to be perfectly honest in fact they are mostly related to the proprietor, M. Polperro." "Oh, but that is quite wrong!" exclaimed Madame Wachner, eagerly.
Till he has come and gone we shall not have peace." And sure enough, within a moment of her saying those words there came a sound of shuffling footsteps on the garden path. Monsieur Wachner got up and went out of the room. He opened the front door, and Sylvia overheard a few words of the colloquy between her host and his messenger. "Yes, you are to take it now, at once.
"However, I do not think there is any fear of that!" When the two friends came downstairs again, they found Monsieur and Madame Wachner standing close together and speaking in a low voice.
Just leave it at the Villa du Lac. You will come for us you will come, that is, for me" Monsieur Wachner raised his voice "to-morrow morning at half-past six. I desire to catch the 7.10 train to Paris." There was a jingle of silver, and then Sylvia caught the man's answering, "Merci, c'est entendu, M'sieur." But L'Ami Fritz did not come back at once to the dining-room.
It would be pleasant to rest a while in the Wachner's villa and have tea there. Sylvia was in the mood to enjoy every new experience, however trifling, and she had never been in a French private house. "Au Châlet des Muguets," called out Madame Wachner to the driver. He nodded and turned his horse round.
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