"I am glad 'e 'as gone away," she said cheerfully, "for the Count is what
English people call so supercilious--so different to that excellent Mr.
Chester! I wonder Mr. Chester was willing for the Count's company. But
you 'ave not lost 'im, my pretty Sylvia! 'E will soon be back!"
As she spoke she laughed coarsely, and Sylvia made no answer. She thought
it probable that she would never see the Comte de Virieu again, and the
conviction hurt intolerably. It was painful to be reminded of him now,
in this way, and by a woman who she knew disliked and despised him.
She suddenly felt sorry that she had accepted the Wachner's invitation.
To-night the way to the Chalet des Muguets seemed longer than usual--far
longer than it had seemed the last time Sylvia had walked there, when
Count Paul had been her companion. It seemed as if an immense time had
gone by since then....
Sylvia was glad when at last the three of them came within sight of the
familiar white gate. How strangely lonely the little house looked,
standing back in the twilit darkness of a summer night.
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