"Hotel Pension, Villa du Lac, Lacville."
She went up rather timidly to a respectable-looking old bourgeois and his
wife. "Do you know," she asked, "where is the Villa du Lac?"
"Certainly, Madame," answered the old man amiably. "It is there, close to
you, not a hundred yards away. That big white house to our left." And
then, with that love of giving information which possesses so many
Frenchman, he added:
"The Villa du Lac once belonged to the Marquis de Para, who was
gentleman-in-waiting to the Empress Eugenie. He and his family lived on
here long after the war, in fact"--he lowered his voice--"till the
Concession was granted to the Casino. You know what I mean? The Gambling
Concession. Since then the world of Lacville has become rather mixed, as
I have reason to know, for my wife and I have lived here fifteen years.
The Marquis de Para sold his charming villa. He was driven away, like so
many other excellent people. So the Villa du Lac is now an hotel, where
doubtless Madame has friends?"
Sylvia bowed and thanked him. Yes, the Villa du Lac even now looked like
a delightful and well-kept private house, rather than like an hotel.
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