118 IN A WINTER CITY.
instead, in and out of the studios whose artists
adored her, though she was terribly hard to
please, and had much more acquamtance with
art than is desirable in a purchaser.
In one of the studios she chanced to meet the
master of Palestrina; and he went with her to
another atelier, and another and another.
She had her Paysanne shoes on, and her gold-
headed cane, and let her victoria stand still while
she walked from one to the other of those sculp¬
tors' and painters' dens, which Ue so close toge¬
ther, Uke beavers' work in the old grey quarters
of the city.
Up and down the dark staircases, and in and
out the gloomy vaulted passages, her sUver-grey
cloth with the marabout ruches gleamed and
glistened, and to many of the artists proved as
beneficent as a silvery cloud to the thirsty fields
She was surprised to find how much she likeA
it. There was not much genius, and there was a
great deal of bad drawing, and worse modelling,
and she had educated herself in the very strictest
and coldest canons of art, and really cared for