"If so, I can procure Madame a seat in a very few moments." But Sylvia, blushing, shook her head.

She certainly had no wish to sit down.
"I only came in to look for a friend," she said, hesitatingly; "but my friend is not here." And she was making her way out of the Salle des Jeux, feeling rather disconsolate and disappointed, when suddenly, in the vestibule, she saw Madame Wolsky walking towards her in the company of a middle-aged man.
"Then that is settled ?" Sylvia heard Anna say in her indifferent French.
"You will fill up all the formalities, and by the time I arrive the card of membership will be ready for me?
This kind of thing"-- she waved her hand towards the large room Sylvia had just left--"is no use to me at all! I only like _le Grand Jeu_"; and a slight smile came over her dark face.
The man who was with her laughed as if she had made a good joke; then bowing, he left her.
"Sylvia!" "Anna!" Mrs.Bailey fancied that the other was not particularly sorry to have been followed.
"So you came after me?
Well! Well! I never should have thought to have seen my dear Puritan, Sylvia Bailey, in such a place as the Casino of Lacville ?" said the Polish lady laughing.

"However, as you are here, let us enjoy ourselves.

Would you like to risk a few francs ?" Together they had gone back into the Salle des Jeux, and Anna drew Sylvia towards the nearest table.
"This is a child's game!" she exclaimed, contemptuously.

"I cannot understand how all these clever Parisians can care to come out here and lose their money every Saturday and Sunday, to say nothing of other days!" "But I suppose some of these people make money ?" questioned Sylvia.