A Parisian Romance — page 140: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 131 you. I received this morning a visit from Monsieur de Targy.” “Indeed! From Monsieur de Targy ?” “He is still here, in the antechamber.” “What was the reason of his visit? Anything important.” — “Important?” chuckled the baron. “Well, by — Jove! I should think it was rather important, that is, forhim. The fact is, the De Targys are ruined.” Armande Chevrial started to her feet, shocked and distressed beyond measure at this brusque announcement of a misfortune to people to whom she was warmly attached. “Ruined!” she exclaimed. “Is it possible?” “Not only possible, but a fact,” replied her hus- band, calmly, polishing his monocle and fitting it in his eye. “Ah!” said Armande, in a pitiful tone, her beau- tiful eyes suffused with tears. “How sorry I am! poor people! poor little woman that I am so fond of! _ But, good Heaven! how did it happen, so suddenly, too? Why, they could have known nothing about it last night.” The baron gazed curiously through his glass at the troubled face of his wife. What were these De Targys to her that she should take their financial disaster so to heart? How absurd to worry over evils which do not hurt one’s self. Women were odd creatures, anyhow, and his wife, the oddest of her species. Gomicbooks sco im