When she opened her eyes, she was laying upon the settee, Madame chafing her wrists. “What happened?” she asked weakly.
“You fainted,” Madame said. “I am sorry. Sometimes the spirits, they get a little out of control. I should have warned you.”
“I feel so silly.” Concordia put a hand to her head.
“You should rest here a while,” Madame said. “If you will excuse me? I have to dress for a dinner engagement. Monsieur Durand will check on you shortly, and see you out.”
“Have you any smelling salts? I still feel a little woozy.”
“Of course.” Madame left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Concordia sprang into action. She pulled out her pre-written note.
Madame. Thank you for your hospitality. I feel better now, and decided to go home to rest. Yours, C.W.
Concordia hoped that Madame
