10 IN A WINTER CITY.
became SLfemme comme ilfaiit, to stifle the intel¬
ligence she had been created with, she yet had
moments in which M. Worth did not seem
Jehovah, and in which Society scarcely appeared
the Alpha and Omega of human existence, as of
course they did to her when she was in her right
frame of mind.
" I shall go to Algeria or Eome," she said to
herself: it rained pitilessly, hiding even the
bridges on the opposite side of the river; she
had a dreadful magenta-coloured chair, and the
window curtains were scarlet; the letters were
on thin foreign paper and crossed ; the book was
unreadable; at luncheon they had given her
horrible soup and a vol-au-vent that for all
flavom- it possessed might have been made of
acorns, ship-biscuit and shalots; and she had just
heard that her cousin the Countess de Caviare,
whom she never approved of, and who always bor¬
rowed money of her, was coming also to the Hotel
Murat. It was not wonderful that she settled
in her own mind to leave Floralia as soon as she
had come to it.
It was four o'clock.