A Parisian Romance — page 133: what you’re looking at

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124 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. surprise. Then, picking up one of his silver- mounted brushes, he remarked, coldly: “My wife? Indeed! Go on!” This was easier said than done. De Targy was in a very difficult and delicate position, and he felt it to be so. But he mustered up his courage, and forced himself to proceed with his uncomfortable task. “It has seemed to me proper and even necessary,” he said, “to make my communication to you first. Baron Chevrial, a singular chain of circumstances has made me the guardian of a considerable sum of money, which was destined for Mademoiselle d’ Am- bleuse, who is now your wife, and which it is my duty to place in her hands.” The baron calmly continued to arrange his jet black locks. He was apparently unmoved by this statement, which was of so much interest to himself. “Where did this money come from?” he asked. after a pause. “Tt is a legacy.” “A legacy from whom?” The situation was becoming more and more diffi- cult. How could De Targy explain matters, with- out betraying his father’s untrustworthiness, not to speak of the reputation of Madame d’ Ambleuse, the mother of the baron’s wife? “Baron,” he said, desperately, “I declare that the _ money accruing from this legacy is due to Madame Chevrial; Iam ready to place it in her hands; it seems to me that that should be sufficient, and, if ecomicbooks.com