Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 29: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 21 It was about this time that De Rosann became ac- quainted with Miss Clayton. The match, as we before said, appeared eligible in every point of view; and when a modest avowal “that the addresses of Alfred were not displeasing. to her’? was wrung from the blushing Eloise, the consent of the mother and uncle was speedily obtained. De Rosann was now the hap- piest of human beings: he was the chief partner in a substantial business—had no trouble in directing the affairs of the establishment—drew cheques upon his own cashier whenever he required money—and was engaged to the most beautiful girl that had ever been seen in the fashionable cireles of the French metro- polis. His friends felicitated him upon his suecess— the old gentleman, who gave him good advice on a former occasion, applauded him for the readiness he exemplified in following it—-and La Motte daily fur- nished him with favourable reports relative to the prosperity of their commercial enterprises. But all the congratulations of fawning acquaintances—the praises of the good—the success of his speculations— and-the flattery of his associates—all these were as nothing in his estimation, when compared with a sin- gle smile on the countenance of his Eloise, or one tender glance from her dark blue eyes. ~ One afternoon, as De Rossan was completing his toilet, having been occupied with letters of importance that had detained him at home the whole morning, he was surprised by a visit from La Motte, who seldom or never left his office before the hour at which | he was accustomed to proceed to the Bourse. Alfred received the man of business with his usual cordiality, and requested him to be seated. “TI hope this intrusion does not particularly disturb you, my young friend,” said La Motte, throwing him- self into a large easy chair, and wiping the perspira- tion from his face. ‘Oh! no—certainly not,’’ replied De Rosann, at the same time manifesting a slight degree of impatience, CoOMmicoooks