You will soon make acquaintances in that sort
of place--I mean," she added, "in your hotel, not in the town. We could
always spend the mornings together--"
"--And I, too, could join the Club at the Casino," interjected Sylvia,
smiling.
"No, no, I don't want you to do that!" exclaimed Anna hastily.
And then Sylvia, for some unaccountable reason, felt rather irritated. It
was absurd of Anna to speak to her like that! Bill Chester, her trustee,
and sometime lover, always treated her as if she was a child, and a
rather naughty child, too; she would not allow Anna Wolsky to do so.
"I don't see why not!" she cried. "You yourself say that there is no harm
in gambling if one can afford it."
* * * * *
This was how Sylvia Bailey came to find herself an inmate of the Villa du
Lac at Lacville; and when once the owner of the Hotel de l'Horloge had
understood that in any case she meant to leave Paris, he had done all in
his power to make her going to his relation, mine host of the Villa du
Lac, easy and agreeable.
Sylvia learnt with surprise that she would have to pay very little more
at the Villa du Lac than she had done at the Hotel de l'Horloge; on the
other hand, she could not there have the use of a sitting-room, for the
good reason that there were no private sitting-rooms in the villa.
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