"That does not matter. We must not risk more than a
hundred francs a day--you know how often I've told you that, Fritz." She
was now speaking in French, very quickly and angrily.
But Sylvia hardly heard. She could not help wondering why the Count had
not come up and congratulated her. The thought that she had brought him
luck was very pleasant to her.
He had left off playing, and was standing back, near one of the windows.
He had not even glanced across to the place where she stood. This
aloofness gave Sylvia a curious little feeling of discomfiture. Why,
several strangers had come up and cordially thanked her for bringing them
such luck.
"Let us come out of this place and 'ave some ices," exclaimed Madame
Wachner, suddenly. "When l'Ami Fritz 'as a stroke of luck 'e often treats
'is old wife to an ice."
The four went out of the Casino and across the way to an hotel, which,
as Madame Wachner explained to her two new friends, contained the best
restaurant in Lacville. The sun was sinking, and, though it was still
very hot, there was a pleasant breeze coming up from the lake.
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