Even Sobrenski's lynx eyes had been at fault in the semi-darkness of
the hut, and he had sworn at her in mistake for Vardri. As the dresser
took off her habit, she asked the woman whether Monsieur Poleski had
been behind the scenes during her turn, and was there a note or message?
It appeared that there had been no sign of Emile, and she hesitated for
a moment, hardly knowing what to do.
The order for her presence in the Calle de Pescadores, which of course
had been sent by Sobrenski, had told her to come at once.
On the other hand, Emile had always told her to wait for him in her
room till he came to fetch her. If she went through the streets alone
there would be a row, and if she were late at the _rendezvous_ there
would also be a row.
"_C'est ainsi que la vie!_"
She lifted her thin shoulders after the manner of Emile and decided to
start at once. She wiped all the make-up from her face with a damp
towel, swaying a little as she stood before the glass.
The excitement of her reception and the ensuing episode had made her
heart beat at distressing speed.
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