124 IN A WINTER CITY.
Madame Mila, with some sharpness. " I like
to think I am popular; to see a mob look after
me; to have the shop-boys rush out to get a
gUmpse of me ; to hear the crowd on a race-day
caU out * ain't she a rare 'un ! my eye, ain't she
fit!' just as if I were one of the mares. I
often give a crossing-sweeper a shilling in Lon¬
don, just to make him ' bless my pretty eyes.'
Why, even when I go to that beastly place of
Spfridion's in Eussia, I make the hideous serfs in
love with me; it puts one on good terms with
oneself. I often think when the people in the
streets don't turn after me as I go—then I sliall
know that I'm old ! "
Lady HUda's eyebrows expressed unutterable
contempt; these were sentiments to her entfrely
" How very agreeable—to make the streets the
barometer of one's looks—* fafr or foul,* So you
Uve in apprehension of a railway porter's indiffer¬
ence, and only approve of yom"self if a racing
tout smUes ! My dear MUa, I never did believe
you would have gone lower in the scale of human
adorers than your Gommeux and Poisseux."