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Updated: June 25, 2025
Who takes the Bank to-day?" "I will," said the Comte de Virieu, coming forward. Five minutes later play was in full swing.
I regret very much to hear that you are not well so ran his pencilled words but I trust you will be able to come down this morning, for I have a message to give you from my sister. Believe me, Madame, of all your servants the most devoted. Paul de Virieu.
Was it likely that a real count the French equivalent to an English earl would lead the sort of life this man, Paul de Virieu, was leading, and in a place like Lacville? "If you really feel like that, I think I'd better give up my trip to Switzerland, and go back to Lacville to-morrow morning."
But Paul de Virieu came in from his ride also eager, excited, smiling. "Have you received a note from my sister?" he asked, hurrying towards her in the dining-room which they now had to themselves each morning. "When I told her how you and I had become" he hesitated a moment, and then added the words, "good friends, she said how much she would like to meet you.
If she knew he was ready to start that night, Sylvia would not be able to persuade him to stay on, as she probably would try to do. At the Villa du Lac he was greeted with, "Madame Bailey is in the garden with the Comte de Virieu" and he thought he saw a twinkle in merry little M. Polperro's eyes. Poor Sylvia! Poor, foolish, wilful Sylvia!
The very highest nobility stay at the Villa du Lac with my cousin. At this very moment he has Count Paul de Virieu, the brother-in-law of a duke, among his clients " M. Girard had noticed the British fondness for titles. "You see, Madame, my cousin was chef to the Emperor of Brazil's sister this has given him a connection among the nobility.
Whatever the reason for Madame Wolsky's abrupt departure, it would not have taken her a moment to have sent Sylvia Bailey a line if only to say that she could give no explanation of her extraordinary conduct. Fortunately there were many things to distract Sylvia's thoughts from Anna Wolsky. She now began each morning with a two hours' ride with Paul de Virieu.
Of course Lacville was a queer place to put it plainly, little better than a gambling hell. He knew that well enough! But it was rather strange to hear the Comte de Virieu saying so a real case, if ever there was one, of Satan rebuking sin. So at last he answered, irritably, "Of course it is! I can't think what made Mrs. Bailey go there in the first instance." His mind was full of Sylvia.
"But I confess I cannot understand the kind of attraction play has for some minds. For instance, I cannot understand the extraordinary fascination it seems to exercise over such an intelligent man as is that Comte de Virieu." Madame Wachner looked at the speaker significantly. "Ah!" she said. "The poor Count! 'E is what you call 'confirmed' a confirmed gambler.
"Most certainly I will do so; you will not move no, not a single step without me," said Monsieur Wachner solemnly. And then Madame Wachner burst out into a sudden peal of laughter laughter which was infectious. Sylvia smiled too, and sat down again. After all, as Paul de Virieu had truly said, not once, but many times, the Wachners were not refined people but they were kind and very good-natured.
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