A Parisian Romance — page 194: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 185 jets. The table sparkled with glass and silver, and there were flowers in the greatest profusion every- where. Atone end of the room a raised platform had been curtained off for the musicians. Baron Chevrial, as he entered the room about eleven o’clock, accompanied by his valet, Ambroise, could not but feel that his orders had been well car- ried out. “Admirable!” he said, casting a rapid glance about. “It could not be better. The windows are open, Isee. Well, perhaps it is as well. It is not cold this evening, and then the view is pretty. You have not forgotten the music, Ambroise.” “No, monsteur. The stand is there.” “Ah! exactly, exactly. Perfect.” As Ambroise helped his master to remove his overcoat, he noticed that the baron was rather more shaky than usual, and that the muscles of his face twitched now and then with a convulsive movement. “Did you see the gentlemen?” “Yes, monsieur, they have promied to come.” “ And the young ladies?” “The young ladies also.” “ All of them?” “Yes, monsieur—Mademoiselle Lombard, Made- moiselle Bertoldi, and Mademoiselle Gillette.” Certainly, the baron was not himself to-night, He appeared scarcely to understand Ambroise’s re- ply, but stood looking at him with a vacant stare. Gomicbooks (E(0) in