Bailey's
graceful figure; a few steps behind her walked Count Paul.
Chester hurried towards them. How odd they both looked--and how ill at
ease! The Comte de Virieu looked wretched, preoccupied, and gloomy--as
well he might do, considering the large sum of money he had lost last
night. As for Sylvia--yes, there could be no doubt about it--she had been
crying! When she saw Chester coming towards her, she instinctively tilted
her garden hat over her face to hide her reddened eyelids. He felt at
once sorry for, and angry with, her.
"I came early in order to tell you," he said abruptly, "that I find I
must leave Lacville to-day! The man whom I am expecting to join me in
Switzerland is getting impatient, so I've given notice to the Pension
Malfait--in fact, I've already packed."
Sylvia gave him a listless glance, and made no comment on his news.
Chester felt rather nettled. "You, I suppose, will be staying on here for
some time?" he said.
"I don't know," she answered in a low voice. "I haven't made up my mind
how long I shall stay here."
"I also am leaving Lacville," said the Comte de Virieu.
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