As
she came nearer to them Sylvia saw that they were so absorbed in each
other that they did not see her, and she heard the man saying in a low,
angry voice, in French: "There is nothing to be done here at all, Sophie!
It is foolish of us to waste our time like this!" And then Madame Wachner
answered quickly, "You are always so gloomy, so hopeless! I tell you
there _is_ something to be done. Leave it to me!"
Then, suddenly becoming aware that Sylvia was standing beside her, the
old woman went on: "My 'usband, Madame, always says there is nothing to
be done! You see, 'e is tired of 'is last system, and 'e 'as not yet
invented another. But, bah! I say to 'im that no doubt luck will come
to-day. 'E may find Madame Wolsky a mascot." She was very red and looked
disturbed.
"I 'ave asked them to telephone for an open carriage," Madame Wachner
added, in a better-humoured tone. "It will be here in three or four
minutes. Shall we drive you first to the Casino?" This question she asked
of her husband.
"No," said Monsieur Wachner, harshly, "certainly not! I will walk in any
case.
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