"Why, there is the Comte de Virieu!" exclaimed Anna, in a low, and far
from a pleased tone. "I had no idea he was staying here."
"Yes, he is staying here," said Sylvia, blushing uneasily, and quickly
she led the way upstairs. It wanted a few minutes to seven.
Anna Wolsky waited till the door of Sylvia's room was shut, and then,
"I cannot help being sorry that you are staying in the same hotel as that
man," she said, seriously. "Do not get to know him too well, dear Sylvia.
The Count is a worthless individual; he has gambled away two fortunes.
And now, instead of working, he is content to live on an allowance made
to him by his sister's husband, the Duc d'Eglemont. If I were you,
I should keep on very distant terms with him. He is, no doubt, always
looking out for a nice rich woman to marry."
Sylvia made no answer. She felt she could not trust herself to speak; and
there came over her a feeling of intense satisfaction that Anna Wolsky
was not staying here with her at the Villa du Lac.
She also made up her mind that next time she entertained Anna she would
do so at the restaurant of which the cooking had been so highly commended
by Madame Wachner.
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