Bill would think it a very strange thing that she was staying here in
Lacville all by herself. But the thought of leaving Lacville just now
was very disagreeable to Sylvia.... She wondered uncomfortably what her
trustee would think of her friendship with Count Paul de Virieu--with
this Frenchman who, when he was not gambling at the Casino, spent every
moment of his time with her.
But deep in her heart Sylvia knew well that when Bill Chester was there
Paul de Virieu would draw back; only when they were really alone together
did he talk eagerly, naturally.
In the dining-room of the Villa he hardly ever spoke to her, and when
they were both in the Baccarat-room of the Club he seldom came and stood
by her side, though when she looked up she often found his eyes fixed on
her with that ardent, absorbed gaze which made her heart beat, and her
cheeks flush with mingled joy and pain.
Suddenly, as if her thoughts had brought him there, she saw Count Paul's
straight, slim figure turn in from the road through the gates of the
Villa.
He glanced up at her window and took off his hat.
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