But, unfortunately for the Baroness, it was the thousandth chance that happened.

Nella jumped up, and walking over to the Baroness, said to her: 'I'm afraid that the tart is not quite nice, your ladyship.' 'Thanks, it is delightful,' said the Baroness coldly; her smile had vanished.

'Who are you?
I thought you were de bureau clerk.' 'My father is the owner of this hotel.

I thought there was something in the tart which ought not to have been there.' Nella looked the Baroness full in the face.

The piece of folded paper, to which a little cream had attached itself, lay under the edge of a plate.
'No, thanks.' The Baroness smiled her simple smile.
Nella departed.