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There was a long moment's pause then, "Do you not feel well," asked Madame Wachner harshly, "or are you grieving for the Comte de Virieu?" Her voice had become guttural, full of coarse and cruel malice, and even as she spoke she went on eating voraciously. Sylvia Bailey pushed her chair back, and rose to her feet.
Chester hurried towards them. How odd they both looked and how ill at ease! The Comte de Virieu looked wretched, preoccupied, and gloomy as well he might do, considering the large sum of money he had lost last night. As for Sylvia yes, there could be no doubt about it she had been crying!
But, of course, Bill Chester, with his tiresome, old-fashioned views of life, would think there was a great difference; he would certainly disapprove of the way she was now spending her money.... Something told her, and the thought was not wholly unpleasing to her, that Bill Chester and the Comte de Virieu would not get on well together.
Paul de Virieu hesitated, then, leaning forward and holding Sylvia still more closely and protectively to him, he said very deliberately the fateful words he had never thought to say, "I have an announcement to make to you, Mr. Chester. It is one which I trust will bring me your true congratulations. Mrs. Bailey is about to do me the honour of becoming my wife."
"It's only the gold that is heavy!" But she was not thinking of what she was saying. Her heart was full of anguish. How could Paul de Virieu have been so mad as to risk such an immense sum, a tenth part of the fortune for fortune it was which had just been left to him? Sylvia hated herself for having contributed to his losses.
And as Paul de Virieu told Sylvia Bailey of all these curious old-world folk of his, Sylvia wondered more and more why he led the kind of existence he was leading now. For the first time since Sylvia had come to Lacville, neither she nor Count Paul spent any part of that afternoon at the Casino.
She has simply gone away without telling me!" The Comte de Virieu looked surprised, but not particularly sorry. "That's very strange," he said. "I should have thought your friend was not likely to leave Lacville for many weeks to come." His acute French mind had already glanced at all the sides of the situation, and he was surprised at the mixed feelings which filled his heart.
She would have been angry indeed had the truth been whispered to her, the truth that it was not so much her little daily gamble as Madame Wachner called it that made Sylvia so faithful an attendant at the Club; it was because when there she was still with Paul de Virieu, she could see and sympathise with him when he was winning, and grieve when he was losing, as alas! he often lost.
She told herself passionately that the Comte de Virieu was refusing that which had not been offered to him. "You are very kind," she answered, lightly. "But I have managed very well up to now, and I think I shall go on managing very well. You need not trouble yourself about the matter, Count Paul. Mr.
To-night, however, Madame Wachner did not show her usual tact; she began discussing the two travellers who were now well started, no doubt, on their way to Switzerland, and she expressed contemptuous surprise that the Comte de Virieu had left Lacville. "I am glad 'e 'as gone away," she said cheerfully, "for the Count is what English people call so supercilious so different to that excellent Mr.
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