A Parisian Romance — page 125: what you’re looking at

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116 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. a remembrance from that poor Colombieres. They were way down when he left them to me.” “ And so was he!” observed the baron, dryly. “Tdiot! And my first thought,” she continued, “was to sell them, but this man here persuaded me to keep them. He said they were certain to rise some day.” “And I say so still!” “But you said I should double my money. Now, why hasn’t this happened?” “Itis sure to before long. A little patience, my dear. However, sell your mining stocks, if you like. Shall I buy them of you?” “No, no,” retorted Rosa, quickly. “I will keep them. You know what blind -confidence I have in you!” At this declaration the doctor coughed signifi- cantly. Rosa laughed and shook her finger at him threateningly. But the baron wheeled about and said somewhat irritably: “Good heavens! I am not infallible. I may give bad advice as well as anybody else. Only, when I do, it is usually done on purpose.” This was a slip, a thing of which the astute financier was rarely guilty. Rosa dropped her pencil and note-book, and stared at him with round wondering eyes, although a close observer would have noticed that the corners of her mouth were drawn with an expression of amusement, “What!” she exclaimed. Comicbooks. co