IN A WINTER CITY. 265
they reached the gates; they had ridden fast and
spoken scarcely at aU.
As he Ufted her from Said in the gloom within
the scarcely lighted street, he pressed her softly
for one second in his arms, so that she felt the
beating of his heart.
" A rive derci ! ** he murmured.
She left him in silence, and without rebuke.
" Is that you, Duca ?" said the voice of
Madame Mila in the darkness, as a carriage,
gorgeous with amber and gold liveries and with
Carnival camellias at the horses' heads, puUed
up with great noise and haste before the hotel
" Is that you, Duca ? I am so glad; I wanted
to speak to you. The Corso was horridly stupid.
I don't care a bit except for the pelting days, do
you. I sprained my arm last year in Eome with
the pelting, and I reaUy blinded poor Salvareo
for a week. Why, dear me, that's Said ! Have
you and Hilda been riding together ? "
" I met your cousin, Madame, by chance ; she
had lost her way. It is very easy to do so
amongst our hUls.*'