A Parisian Romance — page 157: what you’re looking at

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148 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. give my piano lessons, I walk along the streets with a step as light as a young girl’s.” “You dear woman!” exclaimed the doctor, enthu- siastically, filled with admiration for her bravery. “ And Henri?” “Tn capital spirits. Never complains of the little privations we have to undergo. Always bright, and with never a regret that he was strong enough to do his duty.” “By the way, how much does Chevrial give him?” “Five thousand francs.” The doctor raised his eyebrows. “Humph! That won’t ruin him!” “No; but still we are very glad to make even that so soon. You must remember that Henri never had any business training whatever. With what I make by my lessons, we have nearly seven thou- sand francs, and we can live on that.” “Yes, ] suppose you can, after a fashion. And what does your pretty daughter-in-law say?” Madame de Targy dropped her work in her lap, and a troubled expression stole into her eyes. “Marcelle?” she said, witha sigh. “Ah! that is the dark spot. She suffers, she suffers greatly in this new life of ours. In the beginning she was filled with enthusiasm, she saw only the romantic side of our disaster, she almost enjoyed it; but when it came to the practical side of it, when it became necessary to go to the butcher’s and the grocer’s, to tramp through the muddy streets, to eEomicbooks. co