A Parisian Romance — page 205: what you’re looking at

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196 A PARISIAN ROMANCE I came to being there, myself! Juliani was very anxious to take me with him. Poor fellow!” “Well, frankly,” said Laubanere, “he is not the one I pity the most.” “Oh! neither do I! If it had been he alone—but our poor comrades. And then that little society woman he carried away with him.” “Madame de Targy?” “Yes, how unfortunate! Just in the beginning of her career, too.” “Those De Targys have had a very hard time of it all round,” observed Vaumartin. “ What a series of disasters has overtaken them! You remember, Chevrial, don’t you, that ball they gave, where we were all present?” “Yes! Yes!” replied Chevrial, shortly. The baron had not been particularly gay through- out the supper, and this conversation about the De Targys seemed to annoy him. “Juliani was there, too,” proceeded Vaumartin. “Well, the next day, they were completely ruined. Six or seven months later, flight of the young wife to America, and now, there she is at the bottom of the ocean.” “Well, it is certainly very annoying to her,” said the baron, “but it was the result of her own wrong doing.” Tirandel laughed. “Dear boy, you are superb!” he said, with lazy sarcasm, Eomichooks.co