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vife have—a friendship. Madame Mila scarcely
knew which refusal to condemn as the most heart¬
less and tlie most vulgar.
The Lady Hilda dined with her on the
morrow; and the little Comtesse, with the fine
instinct at discovering future sympathies of a
woman " qui a vecu," took care that DeUa
Eocca took her cousin in to dinner.
" I would give aU I possess to see Hilda atten-
drie," she said to herself: as what she pos¬
sessed just then was chiefly an enormous quantity
of unpaid bUls, perhaps she vrould not have lost
so very much. But the Lady Hilda was not
attendrie: she thought he talked better than most
men—at least, differently,—and he succeeded
'n interesting her, probably because he had been
so indifferent in calling upon her. That was all.
Besides, his manner was perfect; it was as vieilk
cour as M. de St. Louis's, and to the ItaUan
noble alone is given the union of stateUest
dignity with easiest grace.
Lady HUda, who should have been bom under
Louis Quatorze, had often suffered much in her
taste from an age when manner, except in the