whole of Paris was placarded with the name of the place she was now about
to visit for the first time!

On every hoarding, on every bare piece of wall, were spread large,
flamboyant posters showing a garish but not unattractive landscape. There
was the sun sparkling on a wide stretch of water edged with high trees,
and gay with little sailing boats, each boat with its human freight of
two lovers. Jutting out into the blue lake was a great white building,
which Sylvia realised must be the Casino. And under each picture ran the
words "Lacville-les-Bains" printed in very black letters.

When she got to the Gare du Nord the same advertisement stared down at
her from the walls of the station and of the waiting-rooms.

It was certainly odd that she had never heard of Lacville, and that the
place had never been mentioned to her by any of those of her English
acquaintances who thought they knew Paris so well.

The Lacville train was full of happy, chattering people. In her
first-class carriage she had five fellow-travellers--a man and woman
and three children. They looked cheerful, prosperous people, and soon
the husband and wife began talking eagerly together.

"I really think," said the lady suddenly, "that we might have chosen some
other place than Lacville in which to spend to-day! There are many places
the children would have enjoyed more."

"But there is no place," said her husband in a jovial tone, "where I can
spend an amusing hour in the afternoon."