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A thick bundle of notes, on which were arranged symmetrical piles of gold lay in front of Madame Wolsky, and as was always the case when she was really excited, Anna's face had become very pale, and her eyes glistened feverishly. The play, too, was much higher than usual. This was owing to the fact that at one end of the table there stood a little group of five young men in evening dress.
The palmist had also told her and this was really rather curious that she would meet, when abroad, a foreign woman who would have a considerable influence on her life. Well, in this very Hôtel de l'Horloge Mrs. Bailey had come across a Polish lady, named Anna Wolsky, who was, like Sylvia herself, a young widow, and the two had taken a great fancy to one another.
Leave it to me!" Then, suddenly becoming aware that Sylvia was standing beside her, the old woman went on: "My 'usband, Madame, always says there is nothing to be done! You see, 'e is tired of 'is last system, and 'e 'as not yet invented another. But, bah! I say to 'im that no doubt luck will come to-day. 'E may find Madame Wolsky a mascot." She was very red and looked disturbed.
"It's absurd to sit with a window tight shut in this kind of room, which is little more than a box with three people in it!" Madame Cagliostra had sunk down into her chair again. "I must beg you to go away, Mesdames," she muttered, faintly. "Five francs is all I ask of you." But Anna Wolsky was behaving in what appeared to Sylvia a very strange manner.
She dressed extremely plainly, the only ornament ever worn by her being a small gold horseshoe, in the centre of which was treasured so, not long ago, she had confided to Sylvia, who had been at once horrified and thrilled a piece of the rope with which a man had hanged himself at Monte Carlo two years before! For Madame Wolsky and she made no secret of the fact to her new friend was a gambler.
But Madame Malfait went on angrily: "Madame Wolsky need not have troubled to write! A word of explanation would have been better, and would have prevented my husband sitting up till five o'clock this morning. We quite feared something must have happened to her.
Madame Wolsky has treated us with great want of consideration. She did not come home last evening. Poor Malfait waited up all night, wondering what could be the matter. And then, this morning, we found a letter in her room saying she had gone away!" "A letter in her room?" exclaimed Sylvia. "Madame Wachner did not tell me that my friend had left a letter "
It is called the Villa du Lac. Is Madame thinking of going to Lacville instead of to Switzerland?" Sylvia shook her head. "Oh, no! But Madame Wolsky is there to-day, and I should have gone with her if I had been ready when she came down.
Among these last, rather to Sylvia's surprise, were Monsieur and Madame Wachner, the middle-aged couple whom Anna Wolsky had pointed out as having been at Aix-les-Bains the year before, at the same time as she was herself.
"She was far kinder to me than I was to her," said Sylvia in a low voice. "Ah, my dear" Madame Wachner put her fat hand on Sylvia's shoulder "you have such a kind, warm, generous heart that is the truth! No, no, Anna Wolsky was not able to appreciate such a friend as you are! But now the tea is made, made strong to the English taste, we must not leave L'Ami Fritz and Mr. Chester alone together.
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