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Updated: June 25, 2025
She put her note into an envelope, addressed it, and went downstairs again. It was very late, but M. Polperro was still up. The landlord never went to bed till each one of his clients was safe indoors. "Will you kindly see that the Comte de Virieu gets this to-night?" she said briefly.
They swept on through the town, and so along the dimly-lighted shady avenues with which even Chester had become so familiar during the last few days. Paul de Virieu sat with clenched hands, staring in front of him. Remorse filled his soul remorse and anguish. If Sylvia had been done to death, as he now had very little doubt Anna Wolsky had been done to death, then he would die too.
And yet twice during the half-hour her breakfast lasted she looked up to see his blue eyes fixed full on her with an earnest, inquiring gaze, and she realised that it was not at all the kind of gaze Paul de Virieu would have turned on an old lady. They got up from their respective tables at the same moment.
Why, to-night she is spending the evening with those very people the Wachners, of whom you were speaking just now. I heard her arranging it with them this afternoon." He added, stiffly, "But I doubt if your impression as to these people is a right one. They seem to me a very respectable couple." Paul de Virieu shrugged his shoulders. He felt suddenly uneasy afraid he hardly knew of what.
Had the woman he loved been penniless, the Comte de Virieu would probably have yielded to the temptation which now came in the subtle garb of jealousy keen, poisoned-fanged jealousy of this fine looking young Englishman who stood before them both.
Chester! I wonder Mr. Chester was willing for the Count's company. But you 'ave not lost 'im, my pretty Sylvia! 'E will soon be back!" As she spoke she laughed coarsely, and Sylvia made no answer. She thought it probable that she would never see the Comte de Virieu again, and the conviction hurt intolerably.
But deep in her heart Sylvia knew well that when Bill Chester was there Paul de Virieu would draw back; only when they were really alone together did he talk eagerly, naturally.
The Comte de Virieu alone looked indifferent. A moment later four gold pieces were added to the four already there. "You had better take up your winnings, or someone may claim them," muttered Anna anxiously. "Oh, but I don't like to do that," said Sylvia. "Of course you must!" She put out her hand and took up her four gold pieces, leaving those of the Count on the table.
"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.
This morning, and she was a little piqued that it was so, Sylvia had to admit to herself that the Comte de Virieu treated her much as he might have done some old lady in whom he took a respectful interest....
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