“Darling, you were never quite convincing as a widow—at any rate to a Frenchwoman. You may have deceived American and English women. But not myself. You did not say the convincing things when the conversation took certain turns. That is all.”
“You knew who I was, and you never told me!” Audrey pouted.
“Had I the right, darling? You had decided upon your identity. It would have been inexcusable on my part to inform you that you were mistaken in so essential a detail.”
Madame Piriac gently returned Audrey’s kiss.
“So that was why you insisted on me coming with you to-day!” murmured Audrey, crestfallen. “You are a marvellous actress, darling.”
“I have several times been told so,” Madame Piriac admitted simply.
“What on earth did you expect would happen?”
“Not that which has happened,” said Madame Piriac.
“Well, if you ask me,” said Audrey with gaiety and a renewal of self-confidence.” I think it’s all happened splendidly.”