IN A WINTER CITY. 11
She thought she would send round to the
bric-a-brac dealers, and tell them to bring her
what china and enamels and things they had in
their shops for her to look at; little that is
worth having ever comes into the market in
these days, save when private collections are
publicly sold; she knew the Hotel Drouot and
Christie and Manson's too well not to know that;
stiU it would be something to do.
Her hand was on the bell when one of her
servants entered. He had a card on a salver.
"Does Madame receive?" he asked, in some
trepidation, for do what her servants might they
generally did wrong ; when they obeyed her she
had almost invariably changed her mind before
her command could be executed, and when the?
did not obey her, then the Ciairvaux blood,
which was crossed with French and Eussian,
and had been Norman to begin with, made
itself felt in her usually tranquil veins.
She glanced at the card. It might be a bric-
On it was written " Duca della Eocca." She
paused doubtfully some moment?