He was dressed for dinner, and he bowed distantly as the two ladies came in.
"Why, there is the Comte de Virieu!" exclaimed Anna, in a low, and far from a pleased tone.

"I had no idea he was staying here." "Yes, he is staying here," said Sylvia, blushing uneasily, and quickly she led the way upstairs.

It wanted a few minutes to seven.
Anna Wolsky waited till the door of Sylvia's room was shut, and then, "I cannot help being sorry that you are staying in the same hotel as that man," she said, seriously.

"Do not get to know him too well, dear Sylvia.
The Count is a worthless individual; he has gambled away two fortunes.
And now, instead of working, he is content to live on an allowance made to him by his sister's husband, the Duc d'Eglemont.

If I were you, I should keep on very distant terms with him.