100 IN A WINTER CITY,
proposed it herself, the patient Maurice had a
very mauvais quart-d'heiire as they drove.
The Lady Hilda, who was too truly great an
elegante ever to condescend in the open air to
the eccentricities and bizarreries of Madame
Mila—^mountebankisms worthy a travelling show,
she considered them to be—was clad in her black
Babies, which contrasted so weU with the fauTiess
of her skin, and drove out with the Princess
Olga ; Carlo Maremma and M. de St. Louis front¬
ing them in the Schouvaloff barouche. She
did not hate the cold, and shiver from the fresh
sea-wind, and worry about the badness of the
steep roads as Madame MUa did; on the con-
frary, she liked the drive, long though it was,
and felt a vague interest in the first sight of
Palestrina, its towers and belfries shining white
on the mountain side, with the Uttle viUages
clustered under its broad dark ring of forest.
"What a pity that Paolo is so poor!" said
Carlo Maremma, looking upward at it.
" He carries his poverty with infinite grace,"
eaid the Princess Olga.
" He is worthy of riches," said the Due.