IN A WINTER CITY. 817
was an American " pick-me-up : '*—that was all.
Society took them indifferently, one after the othec
Of the two, of course it preferred Jenny L6a.
The Lady HUda in supreme disgust went out
in her sables, as Mdlle. Jenny L6a in hers drove
from the door.
" What good things sumptuary laws must have
been," she thought. " If such creatures had to
dress all in yellow now, as I think they liad once
(or was it Jews ?), who would talk of them, who
would look at them, who would lose money about
them ? Not a soul. And to think that there
have been eighty thousand people who have bought
her book! "
" Has anything offended you, Madame ? Who
or what is so unhappy ? " said the voice of Della
Rocca, as she crossed the pavement of the court
between the lines of bowing hdtel functionaries,
who had bent their s^Unes double in just the same
way to Mdlle. Lea tliree minutes previously.
"Nothing in especial,*' she answered him,
coldly. " Those baccarat people kept me awake
half the night; I wish the gendarmes had inter¬
fered. What wretched weather it is!'