"But the Goddess of Chance did not beckon to her to leave Lacville!"
Sylvia exclaimed. "Why, she meant to stay on here till the middle of
September--"
"You asked me a very indiscreet question just now"--the Count leant
forward, and looked straight into Mrs. Bailey's eyes.
His manner had again altered. He spoke far more authoritatively than
he had ever spoken before, and Sylvia, far from resenting this new,
possessive attitude, felt thrilled and glad. When Bill Chester spoke as
if he had authority over her, it always made her indignant, even angry.
"Did I?" she said nervously.
"Yes! You asked me if I had persuaded Madame Wolsky to leave Lacville.
Well, now I ask you, in my turn, whether it has ever occurred to you that
the Wachners know more of your Polish friend's departure than they admit?
I gathered that impression the only time I talked to your Madame Wachner
about the matter. I felt sure she knew more than she would say! Of
course, it was only an impression."
Sylvia hesitated.
"At first Madame Wachner seemed annoyed that I made a fuss about it," she
said thoughtfully.
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