She had never seen a man do that before. And it looked so funny! Sylvia
felt inclined to burst out laughing. But all she did was to nod gravely,
and the Count, sitting down, took no further apparent notice of her.
There were a good many people in the large room; parties of two, three,
and four, talking merrily together, as is the way with French people at
their meals. No one was alone save the Comte de Virieu and herself.
Sylvia wondered if he felt as lonely as she did.
Towards the end of dinner the host came in and beamed on his guests; then
he walked across to where Mrs. Bailey sat by herself. "I hope Madame is
satisfied with her dinner," he said pleasantly. "Madame must always tell
me if there is anything she does not like."
He called the youngest of the three waitresses. "Felicie! You must look
very well after Madame," he said solemnly. "Make her comfortable, attend
to her slightest wish"--and then he chuckled--"This is my niece," he
said, "a very good girl! She is our adopted daughter. Madame will only
have to ask her for anything she wants."
Sylvia felt much happier, and no longer lonely.
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