"
She opened it to find that the note contained a gracefully-worded
invitation to dejeuner for the next day, and the signature
ran--"Marie-Anne d'Eglemont."
Why, it must be Paul de Virieu's sister! How very kind of her, and--and
how very kind of _him_.
The letter must have been actually written when Count Paul was in Paris
with his sister--and yet, when they had passed one another the evening
before, he had bowed as distantly, as coldly, as he might have done to
the most casual of acquaintances.
Sylvia got up, filled with a tumult of excited feeling which this simple
invitation to luncheon scarcely warranted.
But Paul de Virieu came in from his ride also eager, excited, smiling.
"Have you received a note from my sister?" he asked, hurrying towards her
in the dining-room which they now had to themselves each morning. "When I
told her how you and I had become"--he hesitated a moment, and then added
the words, "good friends, she said how much she would like to meet you. I
know that you and my dear Marie-Anne would like one another--"
"It is very kind of your sister to ask me to come and see her," said
Sylvia, a little stiffly.
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