IN A WINTER CITY 21
steps and the pavement, blocking up the passage
way in the chief street, and criticising all equi¬
pages and their occupants,
Wlien the Lady Hilda's victoria, with the two
blacks, and the white and black liveries, swept
past the Club, there was a great stir in these
philosophers of the stones. Most knew her by
sight very well; two or three knew her personally,
and these fortunate few, who had the privilege to
raise their hats as that carriage went by, rose im¬
mediately in the esteem of their fellows,
" Je n'ai jamais rien connu de si epatant," said
the French Due de St. Louis, who belongs to a
past generation, but is much more charming and
witty than anything to be found in the present
" Twelve hundred and fifty thousand francs
a-year," murmured the Marchese Sampierdareno,
with a sigh. He was married himself.
" Here is your * affaire,' Paolo," said Don
Carlo Maremma to a man next him.
The Duca della Eocca, to whom he spoke,
stroked his moustache, and smiled a httle.
" She is a very beautiful person," he answered;