"Ah, here is our divine Lia!" Lucio exclaimed, as he held the little gloved hand in his. "St. Moritz was dead without you."
"The Society For The Embellishment of St. Moritz made me come," she replied, laughing; "the Kurverein wrote to me, and I couldn't resist."
"And how many suitors? How many flirts?"
"Many, far too many; I can spare some for other girls."
"New and old?"
"Many new and few old; nearly all new."
"Handsome, rich, amusing?"
"Nearly all tiresome."
And a gesture of contempt contracted her mouth, that so much resembled a flower, and the eyes became wicked.