As for Sylvia, it sometimes seemed to her as if her Polish friend had
been obliterated, suddenly blotted out of existence.
But as time went on she felt more and more pained and discomfited by
Anna's strange and heartless behaviour to herself. Whatever the reason
for Madame Wolsky's abrupt departure, it would not have taken her a
moment to have sent Sylvia Bailey a line--if only to say that she could
give no explanation of her extraordinary conduct.
Fortunately there were many things to distract Sylvia's thoughts from
Anna Wolsky. She now began each morning with a two hours' ride with Paul
de Virieu. She had a graceful seat, and had been well taught; only a
little practice, so the Count assured her, was needed to make her into
a really good horsewoman, the more so that she was very fearless.
Leaving the flat plain of Lacville far behind them, they would make their
way into the Forest of Montmorency, and through to the wide valley, which
is so beautiful and so little known to most foreign visitors to Paris.
The Duchesse d'Eglemont had sent her maid to Lacville with the riding
habit she was lending Sylvia, and by a word M.
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