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Had it not been for the Wachners, these two days of dual solitude with
Chester would have been dreary indeed, but Madame Wachner was their
companion on more than one long excursion and wherever Madame Wachner
went there reigned a kind of jollity and sense of cheer.
Sylvia wondered if the Comte de Virieu was indeed coming back as he had
said he would do. And yet she knew that were he to return now, at once,
to his old ways, his family, those who loved him, would have the right to
think him incorrigible.
As is the way with a woman when she loves, Sylvia did not consider
herself as a factor affecting his return to Lacville. Nay, she was
bitterly hurt that he had not written her a line since he had left.
And now had come the evening of the day when Count Paul had meant to come
back. But M. Polperro said no word of his return. Still, it was quite
possible that he would arrive late, and Sylvia did not wish to see him
when in the company, not only of Bill Chester, but also of the Wachners.
Somehow or other, she had fallen into the habit each evening of asking
the Wachners to dinner.
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