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" Most women can—admirably. They buy
at eighty as much white hair, the coiffeurs
tell me, as they buy blonde or black at
" Ah, but they can't, if they have a bit of
heart or mind in them. Hilda has both."
" The case is so rare I could not prescribe
for it—^let us hope Miladi's own prescription
wiU suit her," said the Due, whose serene good-
humour was stUl slightly ruffled.
" Well, she always was aU extremes and con¬
traries," said Lord Ciairvaux. " You never
could say one minute what she woiUdn't do the
next. By George! you know there is nothing
too odd for her to go in for; I should not
wonder an atom if when we come here two or
three years hence, we find her worshipping a
curly PaoUno, seeing to the silkworms, and
studying wine-making: she's really tried ever-
thing else, you know."
" Everything except happiness ? Well, very
few of us get any chance of trying that, or
would appreciate it if we did get it. Happi-
riess," pursued the Due pensively, " must, after