A Parisian Romance — page 188: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 179 But any further criticism of the great banker was interrupted by the ringing of the door-bell. “Does madam receive?” asked Maria. “Certainly.” It was Doctor Chesnel, who entered a little out of breath. “Ah! my dear doctor!” exclaimed Madame de Targy, laying aside her work, and rising with a smile of welcome. “Have you come to dine with us? Thatis kind of you.” _ “No,” said the doctor, whose brows were. knit, who was evidently very anxious and troubled about something. “I have come because—I wished to see you—I—— Tell me, where is your daughter-in- law?” Madame de Targy gazed at him in astonishment. — “Where is my daughter-in-law,” she repeated. “Why, in her room, I suppose.” “You see,” said the doctor, brusquely, “I have been to the country again to-day, and as I got out of the train just now, there was a train standing on the other track just ready to depart for Havre, and in the midst of the crowd, I saw distinctly, Juliani, the tenor, and, strange to say, he had on his arma young woman who reminded me strongly of your daughter-in-law. ’ “My daughter-in-law!” gasped Madame de Targy. “She had a very thick vail over her face, and I may have been deceived. Still, it was such a striking resemblance that I hastened round to the (E(©) im Gomichbooks