r little friend. No doubt we should all have
lost just the same. You know that fortune-teller told me that I should
make plenty of money--well, even now I have had a splendid day!"

"Do come back with me and have dinner at the Villa du Lac," said Sylvia
eagerly.

They shook hands with the Wachners, and as they walked the short distance
from the Casino to the villa, Sylvia told Anna all about her visit to the
Chalet des Muguets.

"They seem nice homely people," she said, "and Madame Wachner was really
very kind."

"Yes, no doubt; but she is a very strict wife," answered Anna smiling.
"The poor man had not one penny piece till she came in, and he got so
angry and impatient waiting for her! I really felt inclined to lend him
a little money; but I have made it a rule never to lend money in a
Casino; it only leads to unpleasantness afterwards."

In the hall of the Villa du Lac the Comte de Virieu was standing reading
a paper. He was dressed for dinner, and he bowed distantly as the two
ladies came in.

"Why, there is the Comte de Virieu!" exclaimed Anna, in a low, and far
from a pleased tone. "I had no idea he was staying here."

"Yes, he is staying here," said Sylvia, blushing uneasily, and quickly
she led the way upstairs. It wanted a few minutes to seven.

Anna Wolsky waited till the door of Sylvia's room was shut, and then,

"I cannot help being sorry that you are staying in the same hotel as that
man," she said, seriously. "Do not get to know him too well, dear Sylvia.
The Count is a worthless individual; he has gambled away two fortunes.
And now, instead of working, he is content to live on an allowance made
to him by his sister's husband, the Duc d'Eglemont. If I were you,
I should keep on very distant terms with him. He is, no doubt, always
looking out for a nice rich woman to marry."

Sylvia made no answer. She felt she could not trust herself to speak; and
there came over her a feeling of intense satisfaction that Anna Wolsky
was not staying here with her at the Villa du Lac.

She also made up her mind that next time she entertained Anna she would
do so at the restaurant of which the cooking had been so highly commended
by Madame Wachner.

The fact that Madame Wolsky thought so ill of the Comte de Virieu made
Sylvia feel uncomfortable all through dinner. But the Count, though he
again bowed when the two friends came into the dining-room, did not come
over and speak to them, as Sylvia had felt sure he