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212 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. look in her dark blue eyes, “I thought that perhaps if might suit your son.” Madame de Targy looked up quickly. “My son?” “Yes. Why not? He has now acquired an ex- cellent knowledge of business. They tell me so at the bank.” “Where, thanks to you, my dear, he has been able to retain his position.” Armande gave a half-impatient shrug of her shoulders. “They are delighted with his intelligence and aptitude,” she continued. “If, instead of remain- ing a simple clerk, he were to go into business, he would undoubtedly succeed, and how much better that would be for both of you.” “Possibly. But, my dear Armande, a seat on the Bourse costs a large sum of money.” Armande leaned forward and took her old friend’s delicate hand in both of her own. “My dear Madame de Targy,” she said, with the greatest earnestness, and her voice trembling a> little with emotion, “I would like, as much as pos- sible, to avoid allusions to the past, which holds for us both, for me as well as for you, so many painful memories. But I must recall to you that I was, wholly against my will, Heaven knows! the cause of all the disasters that have overwhelmed you and your son. Monsieur de Targy atoned for an error that was not his own with the happiness of his (eo) miicboo <Sa(E(o)