“Who else but the woman who made my other negligee?” she replied. “Send a servant for her straight away. I want her. I want her here as quickly as possible!”
“That may be difficult,” the Count replied doubtfully.
“Difficult?” Pauline enquired. “But, why?”
As she spoke to him, she was putting a cap over her head to prevent the shower from ruining her hair.
“The seamstress who brought your negligee yesterday,” the Count answered, “collapsed when she left the room I think through lack of food. Because I felt sorry for her, I sent her home in my chaise.”
“Well? She will have recovered by now,” Pauline remarked indifferently.
“My groom tells me that when she arrived back at the house where she lives she learnt that her mother was dead,” the Count continued. “I thought perhaps in the circu
