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?
These thoughts rushed through the active brain of M. Girard with amazing
quickness.
"Many people go to Lacville in order to play baccarat," he said lightly.
And then Sylvia knew why Anna Wolsky had gone to Lacville.
"But apart from the play, Lacville is a little paradise, Madame," he went
on enthusiastically. "It is a beauteous spot, just like a scene in an
opera. There is the romantic lake, edged with high, shady trees and
princely villas--and then the gay, the delightful Casino!"
"And is there a train soon?"
"I will look Madame out a train this moment, and I will also give her
one of my cousin Polperro's cards. Madame has, of course, heard of the
Empress Eugenie? Well, the Villa du Lac once belonged to one of the
Empress's gentlemen-in-waiting. The very highest nobility stay at the
Villa du Lac with my cousin. At this very moment he has Count Paul de
Virieu, the brother-in-law of a duke, among his clients--"
M.
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