IN A WINTER CITY, 191
"Yes, Ki-unensberg has put him up," he
answered her, "but he shall never get into it,
whUe there are any of us alive,"
"Et s'U n'y a qu'un, moi je serai celui-la,"
quoted DeUa Eocca.
" But he has lent Krunensberg heaven knows
what—some say two miUion francs,** said Lady
Prince Krunensberg was a gi'eat personage,
and, for a foreigner, of great influence in the
" Chere dame,*' said DeUa Eocca, " if we elect
aU Krunensberg's creditors we shaU have to cover
three streets with our club-house!"
"Oh my dear! I am half dead!** cried Madame
MUa, flashing into the room, gorgeous in the
feathers of the golden pheasant, arranged on the
most exquisite combination of violet satin, and
bronze velvet, and throwing her muff on one side
of her and her parasol on the other, whUe Maurice
des Gommeux, who was the most admfrable of
upper servants, stooped for them and smoothed
thefr ruffled elegance. " I am half dead! Such a
scene I never went through in my life. I, who