186 IN A WINTER CITY.
were you condemned to the serge and the dimity
you spoke of to Madame MUa an hour ago."
He had sunk on a stool at her feet as he spoke,
and caressed the sUver fox and the gold gfrdle
Ughtly; his hand touched hers in passing, and
her face grew warm. She put a feather screen
between her and the fire.
" That is the old argument of content in the
cottage &c.," she said, with a sUght laugh. "I
do not beUeve in it in the least. If it be * best
repenting in a coach and six' it must be best to be
bored in an arm-chafr------"
** Perhaps ! It is not I, certainly, who should
praise poverty!" he said, with some bitterness,
and more sadness; " and, indeed, poverty or
riches has Uttle to do with the question of
happiness; happiness can come but from one
" A good conscience ? How terribly moral you
" No :—from our emotions, from our passions,
from our sympathies; in fine, from Love."
Ills hand stUl played with the gold gypsire of
the gfrdle as he sat at her feet; his eyes were