A Parisian Romance — page 126: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 117 “Ah!” cried Chevrial, recollecting himself. “What did Tsay? I mean, of course, when I give bad ad- vice, it isa great misfortune. I always act in cood faith, and give the best advice I know how.” “Do your victims believe that?” asked the doctor, satirically. | “T don’t understand you, my dear doctor,” re- sponded the baron, suavely. “I have no victims.” “Poor fellow!” exclaimed Rosa, with affected compassion; while her gray eyes sparkled with amusement, “That wicked doctor is really too hard upon you.” The baron shrugged his shoulders. “He does not like me,” he said, briefly. At this moment, Ambroise appeared in the door- way. “Well, what is it?” asked the baron. “Your tailor is here, monsieur.” “Will you excuse me a moment? No, don’t go,” as Rosa and the doctor rose. “Ishall only be gonea moment. I¢ is only to try on a coat.” When they were alone, the doctor, after a mo- ment’s hesitation, approached the danseuse, and said, in a confidential tone. “My dear Mademoiselle Rosa, in return for the many delightful evenings. for which I am indebted to your accomplishments, may I dare to offer a little piece of advice?” Rosa raised her eyes in bewilderment. “« Advice?” Al Gomichooksieo