276 IN A WINTER CITY.
They brought her her chocolate, and she sipped
a Uttle of it, and lay still, looking at the myrtie
and hearing the i-inging of church beUs from
across the water ; she was happy; it seemed to
her that aU her Ufe before had not been happiness
after aU ;—only pleasure.
An hour later her maid brought her a telegram.
She opened it with a Uttle impatience. Why
should anything break in on her day dream ?
It merely said that her brother was in Paris,
and would come onward; and be with her that
night. She let the papers faU, as though she
were stung by an adder.
It recalled to her what she had forgotten.