I couldn't get you
anything at the Villa du Lac. But you can have all your meals with me
there. It's such good cooking, and there's a lovely garden, Bill--"
Chester said nothing. He was still looking at her, trying to readjust his
old ideas and ideals of Sylvia Bailey to her present environment.
Sylvia suddenly grew very red. After all, Bill Chester was not her
keeper! He had no right to look as angry, as--as disgusted as he was now
doing.
Then there came to both a welcome diversion.
"_Ma jolie Sylvie!_ Will you not introduce me to your friend?"
Madame Wachner had elbowed her way through the crowd to where Chester and
Mrs. Bailey were standing. Her husband lagged a little way behind, his
eyes still following the play. Indeed, even as his wife spoke L'Ami Fritz
made a note in the little book he held in his hand. When in the Baccarat
Room he was absolutely absorbed in the play going on. Nothing could
really distract him from it.
Sylvia felt and looked relieved.
"Oh, Bill," she exclaimed, "let me introduce you to Madame Wachner? She
has been very kind to me since I came to Lacville.
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