In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . he had been verycareful to tell them to set near her bed. Lazily,after awhile, she rang a little bell, and bade hermaids open her shutters, the grand light of thenoonday poured into the chamber. • Give me a mirror, she said to them. When they gave her one, she looked at herselfand smiled again: she was one of those womenwho are lovely when they Wake: there are notmany. x 2 876 IN A WINTER CITY. They brought her her chocolate, and she sippeda little of it, and lay still, looking at the myrtleand hearing the ringing of church bells fromacross th
In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . he had been verycareful to tell them to set near her bed. Lazily,after awhile, she rang a little bell, and bade hermaids open her shutters, the grand light of thenoonday poured into the chamber. • Give me a mirror, she said to them. When they gave her one, she looked at herselfand smiled again: she was one of those womenwho are lovely when they Wake: there are notmany. x 2 876 IN A WINTER CITY. They brought her her chocolate, and she sippeda little of it, and lay still, looking at the myrtleand hearing the ringing of church bells fromacross the water ; she was happy; it seemed toher that all her life before had not been happinessafter all;—only pleasure. An hour later her maid brought her a opened it with a little impatience. Whyshould anything break in on her day dream ? It merely said that her brother was in Paris,and would come onward; and be with her thatnight. She let the papers fall, as though shewere stung by an adder. It recalled to her what she had CHAPTER X. Loed Claievaux arrived in time for MadameMilas dinner. He was an affectionate and sunny-tempered man ; he did not notice that his sisterdid not once say she was glad to see him. Delia Eocca did notice it, with that delicateunerring Italian perception, which is as fine as aneedle and as subtle as mercury. He saw, too, that something had come overher; some cloud; some change; she had lostmuch of her proud serenity, and she looked athim now and then with what seemed to himalmost like contrition ; she avoided being alonewith him ; he was troubled at it, but not alarmed;he knew very well that she loved him. He lether be. 278 IN A WINTER CITY. An Italian has infinite passion, but he hasalso infinite patience in matters of love. Norwas he, now that he was assured of his powerover her, wholly content to use it; if he mar-ried her, the world would always say that it wasfor her wealth. That means of raising his ownfortunes which had
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