A Parisian Romance — page 193: what you’re looking at

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184 ; A PARISIAN ROMANCE. CHAPTER XIII. THE DANCE OF DEATH. The Cafe de Latour in the Champs Elysees is one of the best in Paris, that is so far as excellence of cuisine aud perfection of service are concerned. It is not one, however, famous for the exclusiveness of its guests, for the proprietor makes it a point not to inguire too closely into the moral character of his patrons. If at a midnight supper the cham- pagne proves a little too exhilarating, and the gayety becomes a trifle exuberant, no fault is found, provided that the proprieties are not too grossly violated. It was here, therefore, that that highly respected financier and most irreproachable nobleman, Baron Chevrial, had elected to give a banquet to Mademoiselle Rosa Guerin and a few of her sister artistes of the opera. Carte blanche had been given for all the arrange- ments, and the private dining-room selected for the purpose looked really charming. It was rather a large room, divided in the center by a row of col- umns, festooned with roses and smilax. A high, broad window with a balcony attached, looked out upon the Champs Elysees with its myriads of gas- Eomichooks: co