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Updated: July 13, 2025
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.
She has simply gone away without telling me!" The Comte de Virieu looked surprised, but not particularly sorry. "That's very strange," he said. "I should have thought your friend was not likely to leave Lacville for many weeks to come." His acute French mind had already glanced at all the sides of the situation, and he was surprised at the mixed feelings which filled his heart.
Why, Madame, think of the Forest of Montmorency? In old days it was quite a drive from Lacville, but now a taxi or an automobile will get you there in a few minutes! Still the Casino is very attractive too; and all my clients belong to the Club!"
He drove his fares away from the town, and so to the very outskirts of Lacville, where there were many charming bits of wild woodland and gardens up for sale. "Even five years ago," he said, "much of this was forest, Mesdames; but now well, Dame! you can understand people are eager to sell.
Neither man felt that he had very much to say to the other, and Chester started a little in his seat when Paul de Virieu suddenly took his cigarette out of his mouth, put it down on the table, and leant forward. He looked at the man sitting opposite to him straight in the eyes. "I do not feel at all happy at our having left Mrs. Bailey alone at Lacville," he said, deliberately.
Chester, that the Wachners are blackmailers. I am convinced that they discovered something to that poor lady's discredit, and after making her pay drove her away! Just before she left Lacville they were trying to raise money at the Casino money-changer's on some worthless shares. But after Madame Wolsky's disappearance they had plenty of gold and notes." Chester looked across at his companion.
Madame Wachner's warning as to saying as little as possible of the other's departure from Lacville had made very little impression on Sylvia, yet it so far affected her that, instead of telling Monsieur Polperro of the fact the moment she was back at the Villa du Lac, she went straight up to her own room.
Yet it was not his business to run the place down as a matter of fact, he and his wife had invested nearly a thousand pounds of their hard-earned savings in their relation's hotel, the Villa du Lac. If Madame Bailey really wanted to leave salubrious, beautiful Paris for the summer, why should she not go to Lacville instead of to dull, puritanical, stupid Switzerland?
Supposing he took her at her word supposing he never came back to Lacville at all? Sylvia tried to tell herself that in that case she would be glad, and that she only wanted her friend to do the best, the wisest thing for himself. Such were her thoughts her painful thoughts as she walked across from the restaurant to the entrance of the Casino.
She had noticed, for in some ways she was very observant though in other ways strangely unseeing, that all the flowers were of the bedding-out varieties; there were luxuriant creepers, but not a single garden that she passed had that indefinable look of being an old or a well-tended garden. "In the winter? Why, in the winter Lacville is an absolute desert," said Anna laughing.
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