106 IN A WINTER CITY.
but I suppose it would take so much money, I
should hang sUk over them ; all these clouds of
pale angels would make me melancholy mad.
There is no style I care a bit for but Louis
Quinze. I am having new waU hangings for my
salon done by the St6. Marie Eeparatrice gfrls;
a lovely green satin—apple-green—embroidered
with wreaths of roses and broom, after flower-
groups by Fantin. Louis Quinze is so cheerful,
and lets you have such lots of gUding, and the
tables have such mce straight legs, and you always
feel with it as if you were in a theatre and expect¬
ing the Jeune Premier to enter. Here one feels
as if one were in a church."
" A monastery," suggested Princess Olga.
Thereon they went and had thefr luncheon, and
Madame MUa studying the Capo da Monte des¬
sert-service, appraised its value—for she was a
shrewd Uttle woman—and wondered, if Paolo
deUa Eocca were so poor as they said, why did
he not send up all these old porcelains and
lovely potteries to the Hotel Drouot: Capo da
Monte, she reflected, sells for more than its
weight in gold, now that it is the rage of the