all! I only like _le Grand Jeu_"; and a slight smile came over her dark
face.

The man who was with her laughed as if she had made a good joke; then
bowing, he left her.

"Sylvia!"

"Anna!"

Mrs. Bailey fancied that the other was not particularly sorry to have
been followed.

"So you came after me? Well! Well! I never should have thought to have
seen my dear Puritan, Sylvia Bailey, in such a place as the Casino of
Lacville?" said the Polish lady laughing. "However, as you are here,
let us enjoy ourselves. Would you like to risk a few francs?"

Together they had gone back into the Salle des Jeux, and Anna drew Sylvia
towards the nearest table.

"This is a child's game!" she exclaimed, contemptuously. "I cannot
understand how all these clever Parisians can care to come out here and
lose their money every Saturday and Sunday, to say nothing of other
days!"

"But I suppose some of these people make money?" questioned Sylvia. She
thought she saw a great deal of money being won, as well as lost, on the
green cloth of the table before her.