354 IN A WINTER CITY.
" He merely said he was going to Sicily," said
the liady Hilda, languidly, stUl glazing her St-
Madame Mila eyed her curiously.
" You look very pale, dear; I think you paint
too much, and read too much," she said, affec¬
tionately, "I wish you had tried to persuade
him into this Spiffler affair ; it would be just the
marriage for him, and a gfrl of seventeen may
be driUed into anything, especially when she has
smaU bones and Uttle coloiu' and good teeth ; if
Furstenberg gets her he wiU soon train her into
good form—only he will gamble away aU her
money, let them tie it up as they may; and they
can't tie it up very much if they want to make a
high marriage. Good men won't sacrifice them¬
selves unless they get some control of the
fortune. They wouldn't have tied it at aU with
DeUa Rocca. Wouldn't the Uttle Spiffler Irave
been better for him than SicUy ? "
" It depends upon taste," said the Lady HUda,
changing her brushes.
" Vcfry odd taSte," s!aid Madame MUa. " Thfey
say Kbl'o alwTELyte cuts tlife heads off the toeij he