370 JiV A WINTER CITY.
" My dear MUa !—^you know perfectiy weU how
I detest that kind of thing. Teresa's songs,
drag seats, and eager efforts to imitate the worst
kind of women !—go to it, if it amuse you; but,
with aU gratitude, aUow me to decline."
" How disagreeable you are ! " said Madame
Mila, pettishly. " One must do something with
oneself aU these long days: if it were Palestrina,
I suppose you would go."
Lady HUda deigned to give no reply. She
touched in the gold background of her Saint,
Madame MUa looked at her with irritation; no one
likes to be despised, and she knew that her cousin
did very nearly despise her, and aU the ways and
means of enjoyment in which her heart deUghted.
Lady HUda, ti'anquiUy painting there, annoyed
her inexpressibly. Why should any woman be
above the box-seats of drags and aU thefr con
comitant attractions ?
She took her revenge.
" Do as you Uke of course, but you always do
do that," she said carelessly. " There are two
seats vacant. St. Louis and Carlo Maremma were
to have gone with us, but they went to Delia