"And then, after all, Bill, I don't see what harm there
is in risking one's money if one can afford to do so!"
He shook his head at her--playfully, but seriously too. "Don't you?" he
asked dryly.
"Why, there's Madame Wachner," said Sylvia suddenly, and Chester thought
there was a little touch of relief in her voice.
"Madame Wachner?" And then the Englishman, gazing at the stout, squat
figure which was waddling along the grass towards them, remembered.
This was the good lady who had been so kind to him the night before; nay,
who had actually offered to give him a bed if the Pension Malfait had
been closed.
"We 'ave lunched in the town," she said, partly addressing Chester, "and
so I thought I would come and ask you, Madame Sylvia, whether you and
your friend will come to tea at the Villa des Muguets to-day?" She fixed
her bright little eyes on Sylvia's face.
Sylvia looked at Chester; she was smiling; he thought she would like him
to accept.
"That is very kind of you," he said cordially.
Sylvia nodded her head gaily: "You are more than kind, dear Madame
Wachner," she exclaimed.
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