“I will atone for my discourtesy to-night, Mademoiselle Henriette.”
Henriette was induced to take a chair and order a drink.
Gerard believed that he must practise some diplomacy with this fiery creature if he was to get the truth from her, but as a fact he had not to put one question. For Henriette had hardly begun to sip her whiskey and soda before she said:
“The little Marguerite! She has been sent away. I am sorry. I told you—didn’t I?—that she wouldn’t stay here long.”
“Sent away?”
Henriette nodded.
“By Madame?”
“Last night?”
“Yes. After all the guests had gone. But what a scene! Oh, la, la, la! I was frightened I can tell you. So were we all. We hid in the little room there off the Bar, where we dress, and listened through the crack of the door. But a scene! It was terrible.”
“Tell me!” said Gerard.