I thought you might have said something of the same kind to Madame Wolsky." "And do you really suppose," Count Paul spoke with a touch of sharp irony in his voice, "that your friend would have taken my advice?
Do you think that Madame Wolsky would look either to the right or the left when the Goddess of Chance beckoned ?"--and he waved his hand in the direction where the white Casino lay.
"But the Goddess of Chance did not beckon to her to leave Lacville!" Sylvia exclaimed.

"Why, she meant to stay on here till the middle of September--" "You asked me a very indiscreet question just now"-- the Count leant forward, and looked straight into Mrs.Bailey's eyes.
His manner had again altered.

He spoke far more authoritatively than he had ever spoken before, and Sylvia, far from resenting this new, possessive attitude, felt thrilled and glad.

When Bill Chester spoke as if he had authority over her, it always made her indignant, even angry.
"Did I ?" she said nervously.
"Yes! You asked me if I had persuaded Madame Wolsky to leave Lacville.
Well, now I ask you, in my turn, whether it has ever occurred to you that the Wachners know more of your Polish friend's departure than they admit?
I gathered that impression the only time I talked to your Madame Wachner about the matter.

I felt sure she knew more than she would say! Of course, it was only an impression." Sylvia hesitated.
"At first Madame Wachner seemed annoyed that I made a fuss about it," she said thoughtfully.