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Updated: July 13, 2025
The old kitchen-garden already held for her associations which she did not wish to spoil or even to disturb. Madame Wolsky, sipping M. Polperro's excellent coffee, again mentioned the Count. "I am exceedingly surprised to see him here at Lacville," she said in a musing voice, "I should have expected him to go to a more chic place. He always plays in the winter at Monte Carlo."
Perhaps, if I had not come back here, I should in time not at once, Madame, have gone somewhere else, where I could enjoy the only thing in life which had come to be worth while living for. But it was you you alone that brought me back here, to Lacville!" "Why did you go straight to the Casino?" she faltered. "And why? oh, why did you risk all that money?" He shrugged his shoulders.
And so it came to pass that outwardly the Polish lady's disappearance came to be regarded even by Sylvia as having only been a ripple on the pleasant, lazy, agreeable life she, Count Paul, and last, not least, the Wachners, were all leading at Lacville. In fact, as the days went on, only Mrs.
The sleepless nights made him ill he who never was ill; also he was losing precious days of his short holiday, while doing no good to himself and no good to Sylvia. Sending for the hotel-keeper, he curtly told him that he meant to leave Lacville that evening. M. Malfait expressed much sorrow and regret. Was M'sieur not comfortable?
But it was not the easy, idle, purposeless life she was now leading that brought the pretty English widow that strange, unacknowledged feeling of entire content with life. What made existence at Lacville so exciting and so exceptionally interesting to Sylvia Bailey was her friendship with Comte Paul de Virieu.
She had never thought to see the sky and the stars again. They were now moving very slowly, almost at a foot's pace. The driver was accustomed to people who suddenly decided to drive all the way back to Paris from Lacville after an evening's successful or, for the matter of that, unsuccessful play.
A long week went by, and still no news, no explanation of her abrupt departure from Lacville, was received from Anna Wolsky; and the owners of the Pension Malfait were still waiting for instructions as to what was to be done with Madame Wolsky's luggage, and with the various little personal possessions she had left scattered about her room.
Sylvia reminded herself that it stood to reason that if one could make hundreds of pounds in an hour or two, then one might equally lose hundreds of pounds in the same time. But somehow she could hardly believe that her friend had been so foolish. Still, how else to account for Anna's disappearance, her sudden exit from Lacville?
"I haven't made up my mind how long I shall stay here." "I also am leaving Lacville," said the Comte de Virieu. And then, as he saw, or fancied he saw, a satirical expression pass over the Englishman's face, he added rather haughtily: "Strange to say, my luck turned last night I admit I did not deserve it and I left off with a good deal to the good.
It 'as been proved to me again and again. Just before you arrived at Lacville with poor Madame Wolsky, Fritz 'ad a 'eavy loss! a very 'eavy loss, and all because the Comte de Virieu 'eld the Bank!" "Perhaps the Count will not hold the Bank again to-night," said Sylvia slowly.
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