She would have found it terribly lonely this evening
at the Villa du Lac....
"I am quite ready," she said, addressing herself more particularly to
Madame Wachner; and the three walked out of the Club rooms.
"Shall we take a carriage?" Sylvia asked diffidently; she knew her stout
friend disliked walking.
"No, no," said Monsieur Wachner shortly. "There is no need to take a
carriage to-night; it is so fine, and, besides, it is not very far."
He so seldom interfered or negatived any suggestion that Sylvia felt a
little surprised, the more so that it was really a long walk from the
Casino to the lonely Chalet des Muguets. But as Madame Wachner had nodded
assent to her husband's words, their English guest said no more.
They started out into the moonlit night, Sylvia with her light, springing
step keeping pace with L'Ami Fritz, while his wife lagged a step behind.
But, as was usual with him, M. Wachner remained silent, while his
companions talked.
To-night, however, Madame Wachner did not show her usual tact; she began
discussing the two travellers who were now well started, no doubt, on
their way to Switzerland, and she expressed contemptuous surprise that
the Comte de Virieu had left Lacville.
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