270 IN A WINTER CITY.
late but what he was in time to see the arrival of
^be woman who had sat with him at her feet, and
talked with him of Meleager and the white nar-
Lady HUda entered like a sovereign, and drew
aU eyes on herself.
She was attfred as Vittoria Colonna, and
carried her purples and cloth of gold with more
than royal grace; the colour on her cheek was
heightened, her eyes had a dewy brUUancy;
what they spoke to her she seemed hardly to
He was as her shadow aU the evening.
They were both feverishly happy; both curi¬
ously troubled. Neither cared to look onward.
Society there assembled said that it was a
great thing for the Duca della Eocca; and won¬
dered whether they would Uve most in FloraUa
" C'est moi qui a inspfre cela,** said the Ducde
St. Louis, with much self-complacency, sitting
down to the whist table; he was qmte sure that
aU was right; he had seen the look in the eyes
of both of them.