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Updated: June 8, 2025
Has he ever spoken to you as if he desired to introduce his family to you? That is the test, remember that is the test of a Frenchman's regard for a woman." There came a knock at the door. "The carriage for Madame has arrived." They went downstairs, Sylvia having left her friend's last question unanswered. Madame Wolsky, though generally so undemonstrative, took Sylvia in her arms and kissed her.
We have known him for years, have L'Ami Fritz and I, for we are always running across him at Monte Carlo and other places. But no, each time we meet he looks at us as if he was a fish. He does not even nod!" "When the Comte de Virieu is actually playing, he does not know that other people exist," said Anna Wolsky, slowly.
"And he has offered to propose me as a member of the Club if I wish to join," added Sylvia. "I shall propose you of course!" exclaimed Anna Wolsky. "But I do not think it is worth worrying about your membership to-night. We can spend the evening downstairs, in the public Salle des Jeux. I should not care to leave you alone there, even on a Monday evening."
Even as she spoke, Anna slightly inclined her head, and the woman at whom they were both looking smiled broadly, showing her strong white teeth as she did so; and then, as her eyes travelled from Anna Wolsky to Anna's companion, they became intent and questioning. Madame Wachner, in spite of her unwieldy form, and common, showy clothes, was fond of beautiful things, and especially fond of jewels.
Sylvia had not been able to get a room for him in the Villa du Lac, but she had engaged one in the Pension Malfait where she had been able to secure the apartment which had been occupied by Anna Wolsky, whose things had only just been moved out of it. She could not help being sorry that Bill would see Lacville for the first time on a Sunday.
She was glad when she was at last able to leave the others for the Villa du Lac. Anna Wolsky accompanied her friend to the entrance of the Casino. The Comte de Virieu was just coming in as Sylvia went out; bowing distantly to the two ladies, he hurried through the vestibule towards the Club. Sylvia's heart sank.
More than ever Sylvia was reminded of an exquisite piece of scene painting, and it seemed to her as if she were the heroine of a romantic opera and the hero, with his ardent eyes and melancholy, intelligent face, was Count Paul de Virieu. She wondered uneasily why Anna Wolsky had spoken of the Count as she had done was it with dislike or only contempt?
She looked across at her husband, and there burst from her lips a torrent of words, uttered in the uncouth tongue which the Wachners used for secrecy. Sylvia tried desperately to understand, but she could make nothing of the strange, rapid-spoken syllables until there fell on her ear, twice repeated, the name Wolsky....
Madame Wolsky was tall, dark, almost swarthy; there was a look of rather haughty pride and reserve on her strong-featured face.
They were now in the hall of the Casino. Yes, there was Anna Wolsky looking eagerly at the great glass doors. "Anna? Anna? Here I am! I'm so sorry I'm late!" Sylvia turned to introduce the Comte de Virieu to Madame Wolsky, but he was already bowing stiffly, and before she could speak he walked on, leaving Mrs. Bailey with her friend.
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