"Very well," she said, "Very well, Fritz! Do not speak to me as if I were
an ogress or a dragon. I am your wife; it is my duty to obey you. But I
will not stay to see you lose the good money you have made with the help
of our kind friend, Madame Sylvia. Yes, I will go away and leave you, my
poor Fritz."
And suiting her action to her words, she put her arm familiarly through
Sylvia's and together they walked out of the Baccarat Room, followed by
Chester.
When they were in the vestibule Madame Wachner turned to him with a
rueful smile:
"It is a pity," she said, "that Fritz did not come away with us! 'E 'as
made a thousand francs. It is a great deal of money for us to make--or to
lose. I do not believe 'e will keep it, for, though you bring 'im luck,
my dear"--she turned to Sylvia--"that Count always brings 'im bad luck.
It 'as been proved to me again and again. Just before you arrived at
Lacville with poor Madame Wolsky, Fritz 'ad a 'eavy loss!--a very 'eavy
loss, and all because the Comte de Virieu 'eld the Bank!"
"Perhaps the Count will not hold the Bank again to-night," said Sylvia
slowly.
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