Publisher's Synopsis
Magnifique!" ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath."Eh?" questioned the count, turning toward his young wife. "What is it that ismagnificent?" and the count bent his eyes in various directions in quest of theobject of her admiration."Oh, nothing at all, my dear," replied the countess, a slight flush momentarilycoloring her already pink cheek. "I was but recalling with admiration thosestupendous skyscrapers, as they call them, of New York," and the fair countesssettled herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed the magazinewhich "nothing at all" had caused her to let fall upon her lap.Her husband again buried himself in his book, but not without a mildwonderment that three days out from New York his countess should suddenly haverealized an admiration for the very buildings she had but recently characterized ashorrid.Presently the count put down his book. "It is very tiresome, Olga," he said. "Ithink that I shall hunt up some others who may be equally bored, and see if wecannot find enough for a game of cards."
