No one had thought of looking there.

You see they were all expecting her back that night.

Madame Malfait still thinks that poor Anna went to the Casino in the afternoon, and after having lost her money came back to the pension, wrote the letter, and then went out and left for Paris without saying anything about it to anyone!" "I suppose something of that sort did happen," observed the Comte de Virieu thoughtfully.
"And now," he said, getting up from his chair, "I think I will take a turn at the Casino after all!" Sylvia's lip quivered, but she was too proud to appeal to him to stay.
Still, she felt horribly hurt.
"You see what I am like," he said, in a low, shamed voice.

"I wish you had made me give you my word of honour." She got up.

It was cruel, very cruel, of him to say that to her.