"They serve lunch from half-past eleven, do they not ?" she turned to the Comte de Virieu.
"Yes, Madame, that is so," he said; and then he added, bowing, "And now perhaps I should say good-bye.

I am going into Paris, as you know, early this afternoon, and then to Brittany.

I shall be away two nights." "You will remember me to your sister, to--to the Duchesse," faltered Sylvia.
Chester looked at her sharply.

This Frenchman's sister?
The Duchesse ?--how very intimate Sylvia seemed to be with the fellow! As the Count turned and sauntered back to the house she said rather breathlessly, "The Comte de Virieu has been very kind to me, Bill.

He took me into Paris to see his sister; she is the Duchesse d'Eglemont.