IN A WINTER CITY, 115
" If she would only have her petites affafres Uke
pther ladies she would be much easier to con¬
tent," said her head maid, who had served the
aristocracy ever since the earUest days of the
When there were no lovers, there were much
fewer douceurs and perquisites; however, they
endured that deprivation because !Miladi was so
very rich, and so easily plundered.
Miladi, now, arrayed in the sUver-grey cloth
with the Genoa buttons and the marabout feather
trimming, went out to her victoria, en route to the
gaUeries, of which she never tfred, and the visits
which immeasurably bored her. She had been in
the great world for ten years, and the great world
is too smaU to divert one for very long, unless one
be as Madame Mila.
Nevertheless, the Lady Hilda found that
FloraUa interested her more than she would have
beUeved that anything would do.
After all, FloraUa was charming by the present,
not only by the past.
If it had its kings of Brentford, with its
Offenbach choruses, so had every other place; if