"A great many Parisians spend the evening there each day.

They do not start till nine o'clock in the evening, and they are back, having spent a very pleasant, or sometimes an unpleasant, soiree, before midnight." "A hundred and twenty trains!" repeated Sylvia, amazed.

"But why do so many people want to go to Lacville ?" Again the hotel-keeper stared at her with a questioning look.

Was it possible that pretty Madame Bailey did not know what was the real attraction of Lacville?
Yet it was not his business to run the place down--as a matter of fact, he and his wife had invested nearly a thousand pounds of their hard-earned savings in their relation's hotel, the Villa du Lac.

If Madame Bailey really wanted to leave salubrious, beautiful Paris for the summer, why should she not go to Lacville instead of to dull, puritanical, stupid Switzerland?
These thoughts rushed through the active brain of M.Girard with amazing quickness.
"Many people go to Lacville in order to play baccarat," he said lightly.
And then Sylvia knew why Anna Wolsky had gone to Lacville.
"But apart from the play, Lacville is a little paradise, Madame," he went on enthusiastically.