After doing so she looked up, and saw that the Comte de Virieu was standing nearly opposite to her, on the other side of the table.
His eyes were fixed on her, and there was a very kind and indulgent, if sad, smile on his face.

As their glances met he leant forward and also put a twenty-franc piece on the green cloth close to where Sylvia's money lay.
The traditional words rang out: "_Faites vos jeux, Messieurs, Mesdames! Le jeu est fait! Rien ne va plus!_" And then Sylvia saw her stake and that of the Count doubled.

There were now four gold pieces where two had been.
"Leave your money on, and see what happens," whispered Anna.

"After all you are only risking twenty francs!" And Sylvia obediently followed the advice.
Again there came a little pause; once more the words which she had not yet learnt to understand rang out in the croupier's monotonous voice.
She looked round her; there was anxiety and watchful suspense on all the eager faces.

The Comte de Virieu alone looked indifferent.
A moment later four gold pieces were added to the four already there.
"You had better take up your winnings, or someone may claim them," muttered Anna anxiously.
"Oh, but I don't like to do that," said Sylvia.
"Of course you must!" She put out her hand and took up her four gold pieces, leaving those of the Count on the table.