We must not risk more than a hundred francs a day--you know how often I've told you that, Fritz." She was now speaking in French, very quickly and angrily.
But Sylvia hardly heard.

She could not help wondering why the Count had not come up and congratulated her.

The thought that she had brought him luck was very pleasant to her.
He had left off playing, and was standing back, near one of the windows.
He had not even glanced across to the place where she stood.

This aloofness gave Sylvia a curious little feeling of discomfiture.

Why, several strangers had come up and cordially thanked her for bringing them such luck.
"Let us come out of this place and 'ave some ices," exclaimed Madame Wachner, suddenly.