A Parisian Romance — page 117: what you’re looking at

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™= 108 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. “Well, this time, you proved the time-honored proverb that listeners hear no good of themselves to be false. I was praising your correctness of demeanor and complaining of your coldness. Heavens!” with a glance of bold admiration. “How superb you are to-day.” | “Yes,” she replied, indifferently. “This isa gown I made especially for the races. So glad you like it. Iam going to Longchamps. Aren’t you going, too?” The baron shook his head. “Well, lam. I have alot of money bet upon the Omnium. “Indeed! Upon what horse, asked the baron. “Cupid.” “Ts he your favorite—Cupid? Queer idea, that.” “Why is Cupid a queer idea?” she asked, de- murely, pretending not to understand. “You evi- dently know nothing of the Stud-book, mon cher. Cupid is the son of Stockwell and own brother to Rataplan, who won the Saint-Leger, the Two Thou- sand Guineas, the Yorkshire Stakes, and the Whip at Newmarket. I hope that he is going to win me a hundred louis to-day.” | “J doubt it,”’ said Chevrial. “However, that’s your own lookout.” | During this conversation, the doctor, leaning neg: ligently against the mantel, was watching the star of the ballet with quite as warm an admiration as that felt by the baron, although it was far different in kind. Ashe noted her sparkling eye, her clear, GEomicbooks.co