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What would I be today if I had not gone to Monte Carlo with Mrs Van Hopper?

Mrs Van Hopper was not a pleasant woman.

Every summer, Mrs Van Hopper stayed at the Hotel Cote d'Azur, the biggest and most expensive hotel in Monte Carlo.

Here, Mrs Van Hopper found out which well, known people were staying in the town.

I was young and shy. I hated my life with Mrs Van Hopper, but she paid me a little money to be her companion.

Mrs Van Hopper walked in front of me on her high, heeled shoes.

Mrs Van Hopper sat down at her usual table and stared at everyone in the restaurant.

Mrs Van Hopper was very greedy. She ordered a large lunch for herself.

We ate in silence. The rich sauce ran down Mrs Van Hopper's chin.

Mrs Van Hopper saw him too. She put down her fork and stared at him hard

I felt sorry for de Winter already. He was Mrs Van Hopper's next victim.

I'll take my coffee in the lounge, Mrs Van Hopper told the waiter, straight away.

I went up to Mrs Van Hopper's rooms as slowly as I could.

When I came back with the letter, Mrs Van Hopper was already on the seat in the lounge.

De Winter stood up politely as I gave Mrs Van Hopper her letter.

Mr de Winter is having coffee with us: Go and ask the waiter for another cup, Mrs Van Hopper told me.

In a moment, de Winter was sitting on a small chair and I was next to Mrs Van Hopper on the long seat.

I recognized you at once, Mrs Van Hopper said.

And Mrs Van Hopper gave de Winter one of her biggest smiles.

Billy's on holiday now, Mrs Van Hopper went on.

De Winter had not answered Mrs Van Hopper's question.

I looked down at the floor and tried not to hear Mrs Van Hopper's loud voice.

Mrs Van Hopper's dressmaker was waiting for her upstairs.

Mrs Van Hopper smiled. You must have a drink with me, she said. Why not tomorrow evening? I'm having a few friends

What a strange man Max de Winter is, said Mrs Van Hopper when we were standing in the lift.

Mrs Van Hopper was soon busy with her dressmaker.

I could not go out. Some of Mrs Van Hopper's friends were coming to tea.

Mrs Van Hopper called me from her bedroom. I got up slowly, thinking about de Winter and about Manderley.

The following day, Mrs Van Hopper woke up with a sore throat and a high temperature.

I'm sure I could look after Mrs Van Hopper, I said. But the doctor said no. To my surprise, Mrs Van Hopper agreed with him.

I told him about Mrs Van Hopper's illness.

Mrs Van Hopper is not my friend, I said.

I got my things very quietly. I did not want Mrs Van Hopper to hear me.

I thought of the long hours to bedtime. I could not meet Mrs Van Hopper and answer the endless questions.

I shut the book quickly. I remembered what Mrs Van Hopper had told me about de Winter's wife.

I stood up slowly, the book in my hand. I walked unhappily to the lift and back to Mrs Van Hopper.

Mrs Van Hopper had been in bed for about ten days.

I did not reply. I could not tell Mrs Van Hopper that every morning I drove with de Winter in his car.

The afternoon with Mrs Van Hopper did not matter.

I had to play cards with Mrs Van Hopper that afternoon, but I was still happy.

When we had finished our game, Mrs Van Hopper said, Tell me, is Max de Winter still in the hotel?

Mrs Van Hopper and I were ready to leave Monte Carlo.

Mrs Van Hopper had read a letter from her daughter at breakfast.

What a strange child you are, Mrs Van Hopper said. I can't understand you. I thought you didn't like Monte Carlo.

Where would I say goodbye to him? In the lounge, with Mrs Van Hopper standing near?

Mrs Van Hopper knocked on the bathroom door. What are you doing in there? she said.

In the evening, Mrs Van Hopper's friends came to say goodbye.

We had dinner upstairs and Mrs Van Hopper went to bed early.

You haven't got a cold, have you? said Mrs Van Hopper when she saw my face.

I hate waiting around when everything is packed, Mrs Van Hopper said bad, temperedly.

Mrs Van Hopper only decided to leave yesterday. Her daughter sails for New York on Saturday and we're going with her.

I sat down at the table. So Mrs Van Hopper wants to go home, said Maxim.

I'm not joking, said Maxim. Either you go to America with Mrs Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me.

Am I going to tell Mrs Van Hopper or are you? said Maxim with a smile.

I had forgotten all about Mrs Van Hopper.

We came to the door of Mrs Van Hopper's rooms.

Is that you? called Mrs Van Hopper. Where have you been? What have you been doing all this time?

I wondered what Maxim was saying to Mrs Van Hopper.

He said nothing about love. I walked slowly into Mrs Van Hopper's bedroom.

Mrs Van Hopper was smiling, but there was no kindness in her smile.

Mrs Van Hopper looked at me again with the same unpleasant smile.

Mrs Van Hopper put out her cigarette. She walked slowly towards me.

Who could I write to? I knew nobody. Then I thought of Mrs Van Hopper, far away in New York.

I took a piece of paper and a pen. Dear Mrs Van Hopper, I began.

I told her about Mrs Van Hopper and how surprised she had been.