A Parisian Romance — page 135: what you’re looking at

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126 A PARISIAN ROMANUCE. “Two million, seven hundred thousand francs.” “« Ah!” There was silence for a few moments, during which the baron contemplated himself in the glass. “And you have brought me this money?” he said, at last. “Pardon me, baron,” said Henri, his eyes fixed upon the carpet, “but I have a painful avowal to make to you.” “Ah!” was the icy response. “You may remember,” proceeded Henri, with constantly increasing embarrassment, “that, at the time Monsieur d’ Ambleuse died, my father was far from well, he became forgetful, and——” He paused, overcome with emotion, and the shame of being compelled to confess his father’s wrong-doing. Baron Chevrial maintained a cold silence, until De Targy was enabled to continue. “As far as I personally am concerned, for certain reasons which it would not interest you to know, I was in entire ignorance of my debt to you until very recently, last night in fact. I had always thought that this money belonged to me, and, of course, I used it as if it were my own.” “Of course.” “Lately, I was foolish enough to indulge in specu- lation, and——” “And you lost.” “T lost.” “Naturally,” retorted the baron, dryly. Gomichbooks.com