A Parisian Romance — page 206: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 197 “To run away with a singer was so stupid,” said _Chevrial, frowning. “Besides, they say that she made a terrible failure on the stage, and she de- served to. However, let us drop the subject; it does not interest me.” “Poor little woman!” exclaimed Rosa, with gen- uine pity shining in her clear gray eyes. “I forbid you to speak harshly of her. She suffered enough, it seems to me, without being reproached now that she is dead. Can’t you see her in the middle of the flames, at night, away out at sea? B--rr-r!” witha shudder. “Why, baron, I prefer your love to a fate like that!” This last remark was greeted with a roar of laughter, in which Chevrial himself could not help joining. As it died away, Ambroise approached the baron, and said, in a low voice: “Monsieur de Targy has come, monsieur, with the papers.” “ Ah!” said the baron, rising. “I will go to him.” But Rosa, who had overheard the valet’s words, laid her hand on Chevrial’s arm to detain him. “Whom did he say?” she asked. “Monsieur de Targy? What, the husband of that littl woman we were just speaking of?” “Yes, he is in my employ.” “ And does he know the news?” “Certainly, he was informed of it several days ago.” GEoOmMmichbooks (E(0) mM