Sylvia felt excited and happy. How wonderful--how marvellous--to make
nearly L100 out of a twenty-franc piece! That was what she had done this
afternoon.
And then, rather to her surprise, after they had all enjoyed ices and
cakes at Madame Wachner's expense, Anna Wolsky and l'Ami Fritz declared
they were going back to the Casino.
"I don't mean to play again to-night," said Sylvia, firmly. "I feel
dreadfully tired," and the excitement had indeed worn her out. She
longed to go back to the Hotel du Lac.
Still, she accompanied the others to the Club, and together with Madame
Wachner, she sat down some way from the tables. In a very few minutes
they were joined by the other two, who had by now lost quite enough gold
pieces to make them both feel angry with themselves, and, what was indeed
unfair, with poor Sylvia.
"I'm sure that if you had played again, and if we had followed your play,
we should have added to our winnings instead of losing, as we have done,"
said Anna crossly.
"I'm so sorry," and Sylvia felt really distressed. Anna had never spoken
crossly to her before.
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