but I suppose it would take so much money. I should hang silk over them; all these clouds of pale angels would make me melancholy mad. There is no style I care a bit for but Louis Quinze. I am having new wall hangings for my salon done by the Ste. Marie Réparatrice girls; a lovely green satin—apple-green—embroidered with wreaths of roses and broom, after flowergroups by Fantin. Louis Quinze is so cheerful, and lets you have such lots of gilding, and the tables have such nice straight legs, and you always feel with it as if you were in a theatre and expecting the Jeune Prémier to enter. Here one feels as if one were in a church."
"A monastery," suggested Princess Olga.
Thereon they went and had their luncheon, and Madame Mila studying the Capo da Monte dessert-service, appraised its value—for she was a shrewd little woman—and wondered, if Paolo della Rocca were so poor as they said, why did he not send up all these old porcelains and lovely potteries to the Hôtel Drouot: Capo da Monte, she reflected, sells for more than its weight in gold, now that it is the rage of the
