224 IN A WINTER CITY,
good jieople have to talk about ? they would die
of paralysis of the tongue.
"YouwiU not leave us for Paris, yet?" he
murmured as he rose, with a sigh, only heard by
She smiled, and balanced a Devoniensis tea-
rose idly in her hands.
" Not just yet, if your weather prove better.'*
He drew the tea-rose away from her fingers
unseen even by the quick mai'moset eyes of Uttle
Madame ]Mila, who as it chanced was busied
making herself a cup of tea. She let it go.
"You shoiUd have seen aU the men looking
after that horrible Lea," said Madame Mila,
drinking her compound of cream and sugar, as
the door closed on him. " They have eyes for
nothing else, I do think; and only fancy her
having the very suite above mine—^it is afrocious!
The}' say the things at her sale fetched fabulous
sums. Little pomatum and rouge pots, five hun¬
dred fr'ancs each ! They say she has fixed her
mind on young Sant' Andrea here; I suppose she
has heard he is enormously rich. Oh, did yotk
know Gwendolen Doncaster has come ? She has