She had seen him long before Sylvia had done so, and had watched him with some attention, guessing almost at once that he must be the man for whom Mrs.Bailey had waited dinner.
"I suppose that this is your first visit to Lacville ?" she observed smiling.

"Very few of your countrymen come 'ere, sir, but it is an interesting and curious place--more really curious than is Monte Carlo." She lowered her voice a little, but Chester heard her next words very clearly.
"It is not a proper place for our pretty friend, but--ah! she loves play now! The Polish lady, Madame Wolsky, was also a great lover of baccarat; but now she 'as gone away.

And so, when Mrs.Bailey come 'ere, like this, at night, my 'usband and I--we are what you English people call old-fashioned folk--we come, too.

Not to play--oh, no, but, _you_ understand, just to look after 'er.

She is so innocent, so young, so beautiful!" Chester looked kindly at Madame Wachner.