A Parisian Romance — page 198: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 189 “Madame de Targy?” | “Yes, Madame de Targy! Poor little woman!” “It was her own fault!” said Laubanere. “What business had she to be there. It was strange. She always seemed so modest. I never understood that escapade of hers.” “Nor I,” said Vaumartin. “Between ourselves,” said Tirandel, lowering his voice, “our friend, the baron, was not entirely a stranger to the event.” “What do you mean?” asked Laubanere. “Why, when the De Targys were ruined, he took the husband into his office—you know his kind heart—and then laid siege to the wife. She took alarm and fled.” “Well, really, that wasn’t very honorable of our friend, to say the least.” “Does it surprise you?” asked Vaumartin, cyni- cally. “Dear Chevrial,” said Tirandel, “he is full of brains; much talent! But he is hard, very hard, extremely hard.” “Yes, he will never die of enlargement of the heart,” observed Laubanere. “I like Chevrial well enough, but as a matter of fact, he is an old fox.” “He has very brilliant qualities of course,” said Vaumartin, “very brilliant, but he is a villainous type, and I should be sorry to know many like him.” “ Anybody who looked at him would know what GomicbooksrGco im