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. It has
turned so hot that I feel a few hours in the country would be pleasant,
and I am quite likely to meet her, for I suppose Lacville is not a very
large place, M. Girard?"
The hotel-keeper hesitated; he found it really difficult to give a true
answer to this simple question.
"Lacville?" he repeated; "well--Dame! Lacville is Lacville! It is not
like anything Madame has ever seen. 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.
"But to see the Casino properly Madame must go at night, and it would be
well if Madame were accompanied by a gentleman. I do not think Madame
should go by herself, but if Madame really desires to see Lacville
properly my wife and I will make a great pleasure to ourselves to
accompany her there one Sunday night.
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