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And while thoroughly disapproving, he had yet such being human nature been glad that Sylvia had won and not lost! The Wachners had offered to drive him back to his pension, and he had accepted, for it was very late, and Madame Wachner, in spite of her Fritz's losses, had insisted on taking a carriage home.
Paul de Virieu, holding her hand tightly clasped in his for the last time, had become frightfully pale, and as she made her way back to the Casino, where the Wachners were actually waiting for her, Sylvia was haunted by his reproachful, despairing eyes.
He had left Lacville, and arranged to meet her in Paris the next day, in order that their names might not be coupled as would have certainly been the case if they had travelled together into Paris the next morning by M. Polperro and the good-natured, but rather vulgar Wachners.
They have had no news of her since you and she both left the place. I wonder if the Wachners know more of her disappearance than they have told you?" "What do you mean?" asked Sylvia, very much surprised. "They're such odd people," he said, in a dissatisfied voice. "And you know they were always with your friend. When you were not there, they hardly ever left her for a moment."
Then, again, although the arrangement that she should come to supper at the Châlet des Muguets to-night had been made that afternoon, the Wachners had been home, but they had evidently forgotten to tell their servant that they were expecting a visitor, for only two places were laid in the little dining-room into which they all three walked on entering the house.
Then he helped himself to the last remaining morsel. It was such a trifling thing really, and due of course to her host's singular absent-mindedness; yet, even so, taken in connection with both the Wachners' silence and odd manner, this lack of the commonest courtesy struck Sylvia with a kind of fear with fear and with pain. She felt so hurt that the tears came into her eyes.
To eyes accustomed to the exquisitely-kept gardens of an English country town, there was something almost offensive in the sight presented by the high, coarse grass and luxuriant unkemptness of the place, and once more Sylvia wondered how the Wachners could bear to leave the land surrounding their temporary home in such a state.
It was an odd look, and somehow it inspired him with a prejudice against the person, this "Count Paul," of whom Sylvia had just spoken. "Ah, here he is!" There was relief, nay gladness, ringing in Mrs. Bailey's frank voice. The Comte de Virieu was pushing his way through the slowly moving crowd. Without looking at the Wachners, he placed ten louis in Sylvia's hand.
"You can stay with me while the carriage takes the Wachners on home, and then it can call for you on the way back. I should not like you to walk to the Villa du Lac alone at this time of night." "Ah, but I'm not like you; I haven't won piles of money!" said Sylvia, smiling. "No, but that makes very little difference in a place like this " And then Monsieur and Madame Wachner joined them.
Sylvia reminded herself that the Wachners must surely have a good deal of money in the house if they gambled as much as Anna Wolsky said they did. Her hostess could not keep it all in the little bag which she always carried hung on her wrist. And then, as if Madame Wachner had seen straight into her mind, the old woman said significantly. "As to our money, I will show you where we keep it.
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