292 IN A WINTER CITY,
teUs me you and this Italian that's always after
you, have taken a liking to one another: is it
true ?—and what do you mean to do with him ?
He was horribly frightened when he had said
it, but what he thought was his duty, that he
did: and he conceived it to be his duty to
AU the blood leapt into the fafr face of the
Lady HUda, her nostrils dUated in a fine anger,
her Ups grew pale.
" MUa is a Uttle wretch ! " she said, with strong
passion ; then was stiU; she was too generous to
quote her own generosity, or urge her past gifts
as present claims. " She is a Uttle fool! " she
added, with bitter disdain; " and how can you
cheapen my name by listening to her chattering
folly? Besides, what have you to do with me—
or what has she ? I am not used to dictation—
nor to interference! "
" Oh, I know," said her brother, humbly.
'And I beg your pardon, you are sure, and aU
that;—only, just teU me, how wiU it end ? '*