Sylvia was trying hard to forget Count Paul and his broken promise, and
to be her natural self.
As they emerged into the better-lighted thoroughfare, where stood a row
of carriages, she said, "I will drive with you to the Pension Malfait,
Bill."
Madame Wachner officiously struck in, "Do not think of driving your
friend to the Pension Malfait, dear friend! We will gladly leave Mr.
Chester there. But if 'e does not mind we will walk there; it is too fine
a night for driving."
"But how about your luggage?" said Sylvia, anxiously. "Has your luggage
gone on to the Pension?"
"Yes," said Chester, shortly. "Your landlord very kindly said he would
see to its being sent on."
They were now close to the Villa du Lac. "Of course, I shall expect you
to lunch to-morrow," said Sylvia. "Twelve o'clock is the time. You'll
want a good rest after your long day."
And then Chester started off with his two strange companions. How very
unlike this evening had been to what he had pictured it would be! Years
before, as a boy, he had spent a week at a primitive seaside hotel near
Dieppe.
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