She knew in her heart what Anna meant, but she wilfully pretended to misunderstand her.
"You need never think that I run the slightest risk of becoming a gambler," she went on, a little breathlessly.

"I was looking at my account-book to-day, and I find that since I have been here I have lost seventy francs.

Two days ago I had won a hundred and ten francs.

So you see it is not a very serious matter, is it?
Just think of all the fun I've had! It's well worth the money I've lost.

Besides, I shall probably win it all back--" "I was not thinking of the money," said Anna Wolsky slowly.
Sylvia made a restless movement, and took her hand out of Anna's affectionate clasp.
"I'm afraid that you are becoming very fond of the Comte de Virieu," went on Anna, in a low voice but very deliberately.