"It is pleasant to win from a millionaire," she whispered to Sylvia, "for
one knows it does not hurt him! That young man has a share in the profit
on every piece of sugar sold in France, and you know how fond the French
are of sweet things!"
She turned from the table, followed by Sylvia and Madame Wachner.
"What will you do with all your money?" asked Madame Wachner anxiously.
"I told one of the ushers to have it all turned into notes for me," she
answered indifferently. "As to what I shall do with it!--well, I suppose
I shall have to go into Paris and bank some of it in a day or two. I
shan't play to-morrow. I shall take a rest--I deserve a rest!" She looked
extraordinarily excited and happy.
"Shall we drop you at the Pension Malfait?" said Madame Wachner amiably.
"It is right on our way home, you know. I, too, have made money--" she
chuckled joyously.
Madame Wachner left the two friends standing in the hall while she went
to look for her husband in the public gambling room, and as they stood
there Sylvia became conscious that they were being stared at with a great
deal of interest and curiosity.
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