But he
followed her play.
"Now put on a hundred francs," said Anna, authoritatively.
Sylvia looked at her, rather surprised by the advice, but she obeyed it.
And still the Comte de Virieu followed her lead.
That made her feel dreadfully nervous and excited--it would be so
terrible to make him lose too!
Neither of them lost. On the contrary, ten napoleons were added to the
double pile of gold.
And then, after that, it seemed as if the whole table were following
Sylvia's game.
"That pretty Englishwoman is playing for the first time!"--so the word
went round. And they all began backing her luck with feverish haste.
The banker, a good-looking young Frenchman, stared at Sylvia ruefully.
Thanks to her, he was being badly punished. Fortunately, he could afford
it.
At the end of half an hour, feeling tired and bewildered by her good
fortune, Mrs. Bailey got up and moved away from the table, the possessor
of L92. The Comte Virieu had won exactly the same amount.
Now everybody looked pleased except the banker. For the first time a
smile irradiated Monsieur Wachner's long face.
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