IN A WINTER CITY. 15
Wimi could any man ever offer me that would
Lord Ciairvaux was obliged to grumble that
lie did not know what any man could.
" Unless you were to care for the man," he
"Oh!—h!—h!" said the Lady Hilda, with
the most prolonged delicate and eloquent inter¬
jection of amazed scorn.
Lord Ciairvaux felt that he had been as silly
and rustic as if he were a ploughboy. He was an
affectionate creature himself, in character very
Hke a Newfoundland dog, and had none of his
sister's talent and temperament; he loved her
dearly, but he was always a little afraid of her.
" Hilda don't say much to you, but she just
gives you a look; and don't you sink into your
shoes ! " he said once to a friend.
He stood six feet three without the shoes, to
whose level her single glance could so patheti¬
cally reduce him.
But except before herself. Lord Ciairvaux,
in his shoes or out of them, was the bravest
and frajfkest gentleman that ever walked the