"There are a hundred places where you and I could go together.

Let us leave Lacville! I am sure you feel just as I do--I am sure you realise that the Comte de Virieu would never make you happy." Sylvia shook her head.
"I do not want to go away," she whispered.
And then Madame Wolsky uttered a short exclamation.
"Ah!" she cried, "I understand.

He is the friend you are to meet to-morrow--that is why you are going into Paris!" Sylvia remained silent.
"I understand it all now," went on Anna.

"That is the reason why he was not there to-night.

He has gone into Paris so as not to compromise you at Lacville.