"What happened then?"
He seldom allowed himself the pleasure of looking into Sylvia's blue
eyes. Now he asked for nothing better than that she should go on talking
while he went on looking at her.
"She made us stand side by side--you must understand, Count, that we had
already paid her and gone away--when she called us back. She stared at us
in a very queer sort of way, and said that we must not leave Paris, or if
we did leave Paris, we must not leave together. She said that if we did
so we should run into danger."
"All rather vague," observed the Count. "And, from the little I know of
her, I should fancy Madame Wolsky the last woman in the world to be
really influenced by that kind of thing."
He hardly knew what he was saying. His only wish was that Sylvia would go
on talking to him in the intimate, confiding fashion she was now doing.
Heavens! How wretched, how lonely he had felt in Paris after seeing her
off the day before!
"Oh, but at the time Anna was very much impressed," said Sylvia, quickly.
"Far more than I was--I know it made her nervous when she was first
playing at the tables.
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