"Madame must always tell me if there is anything she does not like." He called the youngest of the three waitresses.

"Felicie! You must look very well after Madame," he said solemnly.

"Make her comfortable, attend to her slightest wish"-- and then he chuckled--"This is my niece," he said, "a very good girl! She is our adopted daughter.

Madame will only have to ask her for anything she wants." Sylvia felt much happier, and no longer lonely.

It was all rather absurd--but it was all very pleasant! She had never met an hotel keeper like little Polperro, one at once so familiar and so inoffensive in manner.
"Thank you so much," she said, "but I am more than comfortable! And after dinner I shall go to the Casino to meet my friend, Madame Wolsky." After they had finished dinner most of M.Polperro's guests streamed out into the garden; and there coffee was served to them on little round iron tables dotted about on the broad green lawn and sanded paths.
One or two of the ladies spoke a kindly word to Sylvia as they passed by her, but each had a friend or friends, and she was once more feeling lonely and deserted when suddenly Count Paul de Virieu walked across to where she was sitting by herself.
Again he clicked his heels together, and again he bowed low.