I couldn't get you anything at the Villa du Lac.

But you can have all your meals with me there.

It's such good cooking, and there's a lovely garden, Bill--" Chester said nothing.

He was still looking at her, trying to readjust his old ideas and ideals of Sylvia Bailey to her present environment.
Sylvia suddenly grew very red.

After all, Bill Chester was not her keeper! He had no right to look as angry, as--as disgusted as he was now doing.
Then there came to both a welcome diversion.
"_Ma jolie Sylvie!_ Will you not introduce me to your friend ?" Madame Wachner had elbowed her way through the crowd to where Chester and Mrs.Bailey were standing.