While he was risking his money, she would try to win his money.

Were he in luck to-night, she would be glad to know that it would be her money he would win.
M.Wachner officiously made room for her at the table; and, as she sat down, the Comte de Virieu, looking round, saw who had come there, and he flushed and looked away, straight in front of him.
"_A Madame la main_," said Monsieur Wachner eagerly indicating Sylvia.
And the croupier, with a smile, pushed the two fateful cards towards the fair young Englishwoman.
Sylvia took up the two cards.

She glanced down at them.

Yes, L'Ami Fritz had been right.

She was in luck to-night! In a low voice she uttered the welcome words--in French, of course--the words "Nine" and "The King," as she put the cards, face upwards, on the green cloth.
And then there came for her and for those who backed her, just as there had done on that first fateful evening at the Casino, an extraordinary run of good fortune.
Again and again the cards were dealt to Sylvia, and again and again she turned up a Nine, a Queen, a King, an Eight--.