For the first time a smile irradiated Monsieur Wachner's long face.
As for Madame Wachner, she was overjoyed.

Catching Sylvia by the hand, she exclaimed, in her curious, woolly French, "I would like to embrace you! But I know that English ladies do not like kissing in public.

It is splendid--splendid! Look at all the people you have made happy." "But how about the poor banker ?" asked Sylvia, blushing.
"Oh, 'e is all right.

'E is very rich." Madame Wolsky, like the Count, had exactly followed her friend's play, but not as soon as he had done.

Still, she also had made over L80.
"Two thousand francs!" she cried, joyfully.