It was all rather
absurd--but it was all very pleasant! She had never met an hotel keeper
like little Polperro, one at once so familiar and so inoffensive in
manner.
"Thank you so much," she said, "but I am more than comfortable! And after
dinner I shall go to the Casino to meet my friend, Madame Wolsky."
After they had finished dinner most of M. Polperro's guests streamed out
into the garden; and there coffee was served to them on little round iron
tables dotted about on the broad green lawn and sanded paths.
One or two of the ladies spoke a kindly word to Sylvia as they passed by
her, but each had a friend or friends, and she was once more feeling
lonely and deserted when suddenly Count Paul de Virieu walked across to
where she was sitting by herself.
Again he clicked his heels together, and again he bowed low. But already
Sylvia was getting used to these strange foreign ways, and she no longer
felt inclined to laugh; in fact, she rather liked the young Frenchman's
grave, respectful manner.
"If, as I suppose, Madame, seeing that you have come back to Lacville--"
Sylvia looked up with surprise painted on her fair face, for the Count
was speaking in English, and it was extremely good, almost perfect
English.
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