IN A WINTER CITY. 177
Draw it for me, DeUa Eocca, and I wUl send the
sketch to Paris, so that it can aU come in a box
together, magpie and aU."
He drew a sheet of paper to him, and sketched
the figure in ink, with spfrit.
" You have aU the talents—so many thanks,"
said Madame MUa, looking over his shoulder.
DeUa Eocca sighed.
" If I have them I have buried them, Madame
—but, indeed, I can make no such claim."
" So many thanks," echoed the Comtesse.
" Pray, don't say a word about it, or we shaU
have a dozen ' Advanced Thoughts' in calico.
Hilda, I am just going to Nina's to see about the
Muscadins. I have resolved we shaU play that
piece or no other. I shaU be back in ten
minutes, ask Olga to wait; " and Madame Mila
wafted herself out of the room, and downstafrs to
the courtyard, where the coupe and the exemplary
Maurice were waiting.
"How she does amuse herself!" said Lady
HUda, a Uttle enviously. " I wish I could do it.
What can it matter whether they play the Mus-
cadins or anything else I"