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Surely one might spend a pleasant time at Lacville and never play for money? Though she was inclined to feel that in this matter of gambling English people are curiously narrow. It was better to be philosophical about it, like that excellent Frenchwoman in the train, who had not grudged her husband a little amusement, even if it entailed his losing what she had described as "hard-earned money."
She was astonished that the Wachners should have mentioned the matter to this disagreeable, inquisitive person. "The lady stopped here on her way to the station. She seemed in very high spirits." "Oh, no, you are quite mistaken," said Sylvia quickly. "Madame Wolsky did not come here at all the day she left Lacville. She was expected, both to tea and to supper, but she did not arrive "
On that I would lay my life. First, there is a most beautiful lake that is, perhaps, the principal attraction; then the villas of Lacville ah! they are ravishingly lovely, and then there is also" he fixed his black eyes on her "a Casino." "A Casino?" echoed Sylvia. She scarcely knew what a Casino was.
"There are a hundred and twenty trains daily from the Gare du Nord to Lacville," said the hotel-keeper drily. "A great many Parisians spend the evening there each day. They do not start till nine o'clock in the evening, and they are back, having spent a very pleasant, or sometimes an unpleasant, soirée, before midnight." "A hundred and twenty trains!" repeated Sylvia, amazed.
As Sylvia drove away alone from the station, she felt exceedingly troubled and unhappy. It was all very well for Madame Wachner to take the matter of Anna Wolsky's disappearance from Lacville so philosophically. The Wachners' acquaintance with Madame Wolsky had been really very slight, and they naturally knew nothing of the Polish woman's inner nature and temperament.
It commanded a view of the lake on the one side, and of the large, shady garden of the villa on the other. "I have arranged for Madame a little table in what we call the lake window," observed M. Polperro. "As yet Lacville is very empty. Paris is so delightful," he sighed, "but very soon, when the heat comes, Lacville will be quite full," he smiled joyously.
Then he stayed on talking to her, for like all clever hotel-keepers the Southerner had the gift of making those who were staying in his house feel as if they were indeed his guests rather than his clients. "If Madame should ever care to make a little stay at Lacville, how happy Madame Polperro and I would be!" he exclaimed. "I have a beautiful room overlooking the lake which I could give Madame.
That was the impression her brief letters to him had conveyed, and he was astonished to hear that Lacville maintained so large and constant a train service.
These thoughts rushed through the active brain of M. Girard with amazing quickness. "Many people go to Lacville in order to play baccarat," he said lightly. And then Sylvia knew why Anna Wolsky had gone to Lacville. "But apart from the play, Lacville is a little paradise, Madame," he went on enthusiastically. "It is a beauteous spot, just like a scene in an opera.
He was now actually journeying towards her as fast as boat and train could bring him; in a couple of hours he would be in Paris, and then, perhaps, he would come out to Lacville in time for dinner.
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