It is very gay, is Lacville on
Sunday night--or, perhaps," added M. Girard quickly, "Madame, being
English, would prefer a Saturday night? Lacville is also very gay on
Saturday nights."
"But is there anything going on there at night?" asked Sylvia,
astonished. "I thought Lacville was a country place."
"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, soiree, before midnight."
"A hundred and twenty trains!" repeated Sylvia, amazed. "But why do so
many people want to go to Lacville?"
Again the hotel-keeper stared at her with a questioning look. Was it
possible that pretty Madame Bailey did not know what was the real
attraction of Lacville? 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.
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