But all she ailed
was a slight headache, quickly removed by an inimitable cup of tea, that
fortified her against the perplexing memories which now came swarming to
her mind. This morning, however, enlightenment was due, and meanwhile
Rachel received a hint, though a puzzling one, from the Swiss maid, as
to the new identity which had been thrust upon her for the time being in
lieu of her own.
"It was very sad for madame to lose all her things," cooed the girl, as
she busied herself about the room.
"It was irritating," Rachel owned, beginning to wonder how much the
other knew.
"But it was better than losing your life, madame!" the girl added with a
smile.
And now Rachel lay silent. Could this amiable young woman know all? In
one way Rachel rather hoped it was the case; it would be something to
have received so much kindness and attention, even though bought and
paid for, from one of her own sex who knew all there was to know, and
yet did not shrink from her. But the young woman's next words dismissed
this idea.
"When so many poor people were drowned!" said she. And the mystification
increased.
Presently there was a knock at the outer door, which the maid answered,
returning with Mr.
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