"
"I like a nice novel, with dreadful people in it, like Miss St. Maur's.
Have you read any of hers?"
"I don't think so. I do not know the name."
"The St. Maurs are Devonshire people--a very old country family, I
believe. Still, when she writes about the season in London, I don't
think it is very like." Another pause.
"You have been in Italy, I think, Lady Alice?" recommenced Katherine.
"Oh yes, often. Papa is always cruising about, you know, and we stop at
places. But I have never been in Rome."
"Yachting must be delightful."
"I do not like it; I am always ill. Aunt Mary took me to Florence for a
winter."
"Then you enjoyed that, I dare say," said Katherine.
"I got tired of it. I do not care for living abroad; there is nothing to
do but to go to picture-galleries and theatres."
"Well, that is a good deal," returned Katherine, smiling. "Where do you
like to live, Lady Alice?"
"Oh, in the country. I am almost sorry Mr. Errington has a house in
town. I am so fond of a garden, and riding on quiet roads! I am afraid
to ride in London. The country is so peaceful! no one is in a hurry."
"What a happy, tranquil life she will lead under the aegis of such a man
as Mr. Errington!" thought Katherine.
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