Gamblers were just like other people, neither better nor worse--and often infinitely more lovable than were some other people....
At last Sylvia got up, and slowly made her way out of the wood.

She did not go back through the Wachners' garden; instead, she struck off to the left, on to a field path, which finally brought her to the main road.
As she was passing the Pension Malfait the landlady came out to the gate.
"Madame!" she cried out loudly, "I have had news of Madame Wolsky at last! Early this afternoon I had a telegram from her asking me to send her luggage to the cloak-room of the Gare du Nord." Sylvia felt very glad--glad, and yet once more, perhaps unreasonably, hurt.

Then Anna had been in Paris all the time?
How odd, how really unkind of her not to have written and relieved the anxiety which she must have known her English friend would be feeling about her! "I have had Madame Wolsky's room beautifully prepared for the English gentleman," went on Madame Malfait amiably.

She was pleased that Mrs.
Bailey was giving her a new guest, and it also amused her to observe what prudes Englishwomen could be.
Fancy putting a man who had come all the way from England to see one, in a pension situated at the other end of the town to where one was living oneself!.