"Ah, well," she said, bending over it, "we shall never know that. Your friend was a strange person, what I call a _solitaire_. She did not like gambling when there were people whom she knew in the Baccarat Room with her. As to what she is doing now--" she shrugged her shoulders, expressively. "You know she telegraphed for her luggage yesterday?" said Sylvia slowly. "In that case--if it has had time to arrive--Madame Wolsky is probably on her way to Aix, perhaps even to Monte Carlo. She did not seem to mind whether it was hot or cold if she could get what she wanted--that is, Play--" Madame Wachner had now made the tea. She turned and stood with arms akimbo, staring out of the little window which gave on the sun-baked lawn bounded by the chestnut wood. "No," she said slowly, "I do not for a moment suppose that you will ever see Madame Wolsky again. It would surprise me very much if you were to do so. For one thing, she must be--well, rather ashamed of the way she treated you--you who were so kind to her, Sylvie!" "She was far kinder to me than I was to her," said Sylvia in a low voice. "Ah, my dear"--Madame Wachner put her fat hand on Sylvia's shoulder--"you have such a kind, warm, generous heart--that is the truth! No, no, Anna Wolsky was not able to appreciate such a friend as you are! But now the tea is made, made strong to the English taste, we must not leave L'Ami Fritz and Mr. Chester alone together. Gentleman are dull without ladies." Carrying the teapot she led the way into the dining-room, and they sat down round the table. The little tea-party went off fairly well, but Chester could not forget his strange conversation with Sylvia in the motor. Somehow, he and she had never come so really near to one another as they had done that afternoon. And yet, on the other hand, he felt that she was quite unlike what he had thought her to be. It was as if he had come across a new Sylvia. Madame Wachner, looking at his grave, absorbed face, felt uneasy. Was it possible that this Englishman intended to take pretty Mrs. Bailey away from Lacville? That would be a pity--a very great pity! She glanced apprehensively at her husband. L'Ami Fritz would make himself very unpleasant if Sylvia left Lacville just now. He would certainly taunt his wife with all the money they had spent on her entertainment--it was money which they both intended should bear a very high rate of interest. CHAPTER XXII The two following days dragged themselves uneventfully away. Sylvia did her best to be kind to Bill Chester, but she felt ill at ease, and could not help showing it. And then she missed the excitement and interest of the Casino. Bill had not suggested that they should go there, and she would not be the one to do so.