With a cold rage, Sylvie went on: "You are living at my expense. Very well. That's all right. But that's enough. My husband and my daughter are mine. Hands off!"
Annette, with white lips, repeated, in an agonized tone, "Sylvie, Sylvie!"
Then suddenly a transport seized her too. "You wicked thing!" she cried. "You will never see me again!"
She ran to the door and went out.
Ashamed of her violence, Sylvie pretended to laugh.
"We shall see her again this evening."
SUMMER
[PART TWO]
[XXIII]
