208 IN A WINTER CITY.
" And you were correct too in your diagnosis
when you saw her first," continued the Due, piti¬
lessly. "To me she is most amiable always;
but to the generality of people, it must be ad¬
mitted that she is not so amiable."
" The amiabUity of most women," repUed
Della Eocca, "is nothing more than that insa¬
tiate passion for admfration which makes them
show their persons almost nude at TrouvUle, and
copy the ways and manners of femmes entretenues
in the endeavoui' to rival such with us. If
they wish to be decent, they do not dare to be ;
they must be popular and chic before all."
" You are severe, but perhaps you are right.
Miladi is certainly above aU such vulgarities.
Indeed, she is only a little too much above every¬
"It is better than to be below everything—
even below our respect—as most of our great
"Certainly. StiU she is a Uttle —a little
" How should she be otherwise ? She is quite
alone—she has no one to care for——"