It was as if he had come across a new
Sylvia.
Madame Wachner, looking at his grave, absorbed face, felt uneasy. Was it
possible that this Englishman intended to take pretty Mrs. Bailey away
from Lacville? That would be a pity--a very great pity!
She glanced apprehensively at her husband. L'Ami Fritz would make himself
very unpleasant if Sylvia left Lacville just now. He would certainly
taunt his wife with all the money they had spent on her entertainment--it
was money which they both intended should bear a very high rate of
interest.
CHAPTER XXII
The two following days dragged themselves uneventfully away. Sylvia did
her best to be kind to Bill Chester, but she felt ill at ease, and could
not help showing it.
And then she missed the excitement and interest of the Casino. Bill had
not suggested that they should go there, and she would not be the one to
do so.
The long motoring expeditions they took each afternoon gave her no
pleasure. Her heart was far away, in Brittany; in imagination she was
standing by a grave surrounded by a shadowy group of men and women,
mourning the old Marquise who had left Count Paul the means to become
once more a self-respecting and respected member of the world to which he
belonged by right of birth.
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