A Parisian Romance — page 210: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 201. evening. Because you like me. And why do you like me? Iask you that. Am I handsome?” “No!” was the laughing rejoinder, shouted in chorus. | “Havel talent? Have I genius?” “No!” “Am I aman remarkable in any way” “No!” “Am I a good fellow?” | ee No 17? “No! lam not even a good fellow. And yet,” he continued, with a sarcastic smile, “I am courted, idolized by the elite of both sexes, which you here represent so worthily.” “Bravo!” cried Rosa. “He speaks well. You ought to become a deputy.” “YT am thinking of it,” Chevrial responded, dryly, as he motioned them to fill their glasses. “Here is a toast to the god who gives us all pleasures, to the aod Money, so much calumniated by the envious. To Money!” .©To Money !” “Fill up again, and I will offer you a second toast. To my charming neighbor, in my opinion, one of the most exquisite incarnations of divine matter. To Rosa!” “To Rosa!” “Thanks!” said Rosa, demurely. 3 “Pardon me!” said Vaumartin, who was begin- ning to show a little the effects of the frequent Gomicbookssco im