He looked cool,
unruffled, and self-possessed, but her eager eyes saw a change in his
face. He looked very grave, and yet oddly happy. Was it possible that he
had news at last of Anna Wolsky?
He mounted the stone-steps and disappeared into the house; and Sylvia,
getting up, began moving restlessly about her room. She longed to go
downstairs, and yet a feminine feeling of delicacy restrained her from
doing so.
A great stillness brooded over everything. The heat had sent everyone
indoors. M. Polperro, perhaps because of his Southern up-bringing, always
took an early afternoon siesta. It looked as if his servants followed his
example. The Villa du Lac seemed asleep.
Sylvia went across to the other window, the window overlooking the large,
shady garden, and there, glancing down, she saw Count Paul.
"Come into the garden--," he said softly in English; and Sylvia, leaning
over the bar of her window, thought he added the word "Maud"--but of
course that could not have been so, for her name, as the Count knew well,
was Sylvia! And equally of course he always addressed her as "Madame.
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