Then suddenly she put back the eighty francs on the cloth, and smiled up at him; it was a gay little shame-faced smile.
"Please don't be cross with me, kind friend,"-- that is what Sylvia's smile seemed to say to Paul de Virieu--"but this is so _very_ exciting!" He felt stirred to the heart.

How sweet, how confidingly simple she looked! And--and how very beautiful.

He at once loved and hated to see her there, his new little "_amie Anglaise_!" "Are you going to leave the whole of it on this time ?" whispered Anna.
"Yes, I think I will.

It's rather fun.

After all, I'm only risking twenty francs!" whispered back Sylvia.
And once more she won.
"What a pity you didn't start playing with a hundred francs! Think of how rich you would be now," said Anna, with the true gambler's instinct.