"But I do not think that any of it is likely to melt into Fritz's pocket--though, to be sure, we 'ave been very lucky, all of us, to-night," she looked affectionately at Sylvia.
"Even you, Sir"-- Madame Wachner turned to Chester with a broad smile--"even you must be pleased that we came to the Casino to-night.
What a pity it is you did not risk something! Even one pound! You might 'ave made quite a nice lot of money to take back to England with you--" "-- Or to spend in Switzerland!" said Chester, laughing.

"It is to Switzerland I am going, Madame! I shall leave here the day after to-morrow." "And will you not come back again ?" asked Madame Wachner inquisitively.
"I may come back again if Mrs.Bailey is still here; but I do not suppose she will be, for I intend to spend at least a fortnight in Switzerland." The three were now approaching the gates of the Villa du Lac.
"Well, Sylvia," cried Chester.

"I suppose I must now say good-night?
I do not envy you your ill-gotten gains!" He spoke lightly, but there was an undercurrent of reproach in his voice, or so Sylvia fancied.
"Good-night!" she said, and her voice was tremulous.
As she held out her hand the little fancy bag which held all her winnings, the bundle of notes and loose pieces of gold, fell to the ground.
Madame Wachner stooped down and picked it up.

"How 'eavy it is!" she exclaimed, enviously.

"Good gracious, Sylvia! What a lot you must 'ave made to-night ?" "And the notes don't weigh much," said Sylvia.