A Parisian Romance — page 196: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 187 The brandy had had its effect, for he seemed to have quite recovered. “Lam going to see about the music. I will re- turn in a few minutes. If the gentlemen come, tell them so. Itold Valenti to show them up at once. And, by the way, Ambroise, some one will probably come from the bank with some paper for me to sign. Let me know, when he does.” “Yes, monsieur.” Ambroise followed him with an angry glance, as he left the room. Not one word of thanks had he received for all his trouble. He had run about all day to see that everything should be properly car- ried out. Confound the supper, the music, and the ballet girls! Pouring outa glass of Madeira, he raised it in the air, and saying aloud, “To your health, filthy brute!” he drained it at a gulp. | The sound of laughter was heard outside in the hall, the door opened and a servant entered, fol- lowed by three gentlemen in evening dress—Lau- banere, Tirandel, and Vaumartin. Ambroise stepped forward to receive them. “The baron will be here in a moment, gentle- men,” he said. “He asked me to beg you to excuse him.” “Very well, my man,” said Laubanere, “we can wait.” Ambroise bowed, and retired. (E@MAMIE OOO KS im (E(©)