CHAPTER XIII. THE SEVEN SCOUNDRELS
"Will you see this gentleman, ma'am?"
Dolores Kesselbach took the card from the footman and read:
"André Beauny. . . . No," she said, "I don't know him."
"The gentleman seems very anxious to see you, ma'am. He says that you are expecting him."
"Oh . . . possibly. . . . Yes, bring him here."
Since the events which had upset her life and pursued her with relentless animosity, Dolores, after staying at the Hôtel Bristol had taken up her abode in a quiet house in the Rue des Vignes, down at Passy. A pretty garden lay at the back of the house and was surrounded by other leafy gardens. On days when attacks more painful than usual did not keep her from morning till night behind the closed shutters of her bedroom, she made her servants carry her under the
