We ought not to have come to Lacville!' But afterwards, when she began to be so wonderfully lucky, she forgot all about it, or, rather, she only remembered that the woman had said to her that she would have a great run of luck." "Then the woman said that, too," remarked Count Paul, absently.
(What was it his godmother had said?
"I felicitate you on your conquest, naughty Paul!" and he had felt angry, even disgusted, with the old lady's cynical compliment.

She had added, meaningly, "Why not turn over a new leaf?
Why not marry this pretty creature?
We should all be pleased to see you behave like a reasonable human being.") But Sylvia was answering him.
"Yes, the woman said that Anna would be very lucky." The Comte de Virieu thought for a moment, and then withdrew his eyes from his friend's face.
"I presume you have already telephoned to the hotel in Paris where you first met Madame Wolsky ?" "Why, it never occurred to me to do that!" cried Sylvia.

"What a good idea!" "Wait," he said.

"I will go and do it for you." But five minutes later he came back, shaking his head.

"I am sorry to say the people at the Hotel de l'Horloge know nothing of Madame Wolsky.