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Updated: July 13, 2025
But when Sylvia Bailey sat down he did not come and sit by her, instead he so placed himself that he looked across at her slender, rounded figure, and happy smiling face. "Are you thinking of staying long at Lacville, Madame?" he asked abruptly. "I don't know," she answered hesitatingly. "It will depend on my friend Madame Wolsky's plans.
She was bewildered, and though not exactly offended, rather hurt. "But why?" she asked plaintively. "Why should I not stay at Lacville?" "Oh, well, there can be no harm in your staying on a few days if you are desirous of doing so. But Lacville is not a place where I should care for my own sister to come and stay." He went on, speaking much quicker "Indeed, I will say more!
The whole time he was there and he stayed on at Lacville, as we shall see, rather longer than he at first intended Chester never felt, when in his room at the Pension Malfait really alone, and sometimes the impression became almost intolerably vivid. But the longest night, the most haunted night, and Chester's night had indeed been haunted, comes to an end at last.
And then as she drove to the great railway terminus, from which a hundred and twenty trains start daily for Lacville, it seemed to Sylvia that the whole of Paris was placarded with the name of the place she was now about to visit for the first time! On every hoarding, on every bare piece of wall, were spread large, flamboyant posters showing a garish but not unattractive landscape.
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.
And once in the Casino! well, dear friend, you know as well as I do that with Madame Wolsky the money flies! Still, let us suppose she did not lose 'er money yesterday. In that case surely Madame Wolsky would 'ave done well to leave Lacville with 'er gains in 'er pocket-book." Madame Wachner was leaning back in the car, a ruminating smile on her broad, good-tempered face.
Why, of course, it was there that she must look for Anna Wolsky. How stupid of her not to have thought of it! And so, after waiting a moment, she also joined the little string of people who were wending their way towards the great white building. After having paid a franc for admission, Sylvia found herself in the hall of the Casino of Lacville.
"You do not know what the police of Lacville are like, my dear friend. They are very unpleasant people. As you were Anna's only friend in the place, they might give you considerable trouble. They would ask you where to look for her, and they would torment you incessantly. If I were you I would say as little as possible."
"I think you imagine that to be the case," she said, "but I am sure that it is not I, alone, who brought you back to Lacville." "And yet it is you you alone!" he exclaimed and he jumped up and came and stood before her. "God knows I do not wish to deceive you.
And yet the thought of going away from Lacville was already intolerable to Sylvia. There had arisen between the Frenchman and herself a kind of close, wordless understanding and sympathy which she, at any rate, still called "friendship." But she would probably have assented to Meredith's words, "Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two."
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