A Parisian Romance — page 199: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

190 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, | he was,” remarked Tirandel. “He bears his char- acter stamped upon his countenance. He has a regular convict face.” Laubanere and Tirandel began to laugh, but their merriment was suddenly checked by the appear- ance of the gentleman under discussion, and that most fascinating of all conversations, the criticism of one’s friends, was interrupted for the time being. “Ah! there he is! How are you, dear boy,” said Tirandel, who rarely lost his composure under any circumstances, and did not now, although he was not quite certain how much the baron had over- heard. “My dear baron!” exclaimed Laubanere, cordially advancing to Chevrial. The baron shook hands with his guests in a man- ner that reassured their fears. “This is most kind of you,” he said,-“to accept my invitation at so short a notice.” “Nonsense!” said Laubanere, “we were only too happy to come.” “Dear boy!’ murmured Tirandel, resuming his lazy attitude. “We are always at your service,” said Vau- martin. “But I believe we are to offer vou our con- gratulations, baron,” said Laubanere. “It is a triumph of which you ought to be proud; the charming, haughty Rosa has found her master at last.” “Tt does you honor, and your friends also.” Eomichbooks. co