But I will not stay to see you lose the good money you have made with the help of our kind friend, Madame Sylvia.

Yes, I will go away and leave you, my poor Fritz." And suiting her action to her words, she put her arm familiarly through Sylvia's and together they walked out of the Baccarat Room, followed by Chester.
When they were in the vestibule Madame Wachner turned to him with a rueful smile: "It is a pity," she said, "that Fritz did not come away with us! 'E 'as made a thousand francs.

It is a great deal of money for us to make--or to lose.

I do not believe 'e will keep it, for, though you bring 'im luck, my dear"-- she turned to Sylvia--"that Count always brings 'im bad luck.
It 'as been proved to me again and again.

Just before you arrived at Lacville with poor Madame Wolsky, Fritz 'ad a 'eavy loss!--a very 'eavy loss, and all because the Comte de Virieu 'eld the Bank!" "Perhaps the Count will not hold the Bank again to-night," said Sylvia slowly.
"Of course, 'e will do so!" the other spoke quite crossly, "Did I not tell you, Sylvia, that our day servant heard from M.Polperro's wife, whose sister is cook to the Duchesse d'Eglemont, that the Comte de Virieu 'as been left an immense fortune by 'is godmother?
Well, it is a fortune that will soon melt"-- she chuckled, as if the thought was very pleasant to her.