Chester had not approved of her going to Paris by herself, and he would certainly have shaken his head had he known of yesterday's visit to Madame Cagliostra.
And then Sylvia Bailey began to think of her new friend: of Anna Wolsky.
She was sorry, very sorry, that they were going to part so soon.

If only Anna would consent to come on with her to Switzerland! But alas! there was no chance of that, for there are no Casinos, no gambling, in the land of William Tell.
There came a knock at the door, and Madame Wolsky walked in.

She was dressed for a journey.
"I have to go out of town this morning," she said, "but the place I am going to is quite near, and I shall be back this afternoon." "Where are you going ?" asked Sylvia, naively.

"Or is it a secret ?" "No, it is not a secret." Anna smiled provokingly.

"I am going to go to a place called Lacville.