A Parisian Romance — page 227: what you’re looking at

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218 | A PARISIAN ROMANCE. have an engagement in town to-night, and I must return by the next train.” Madame de Targy thought it prudent not to in- sist, and, it was with a radiant face that she watched the graceful, black-robed figure of the young widow, until it had disappeared amid the foliage in a turning of the walk. The good woman’s heart was lighter than it had been for many a day. Through a rift in the clouds, she saw aray of the sunlight of hope. Poor Henri! Surely he had suffered enough. Why should not happiness come to him, at last, in the love of this noble woman. Surely, he could not long be indifferent to her beauty, intelligence, and goodness. Full of the project, that night, while the doctor was smoking his cigar in the garden, she found an opportunity to say to Henri, in an indifferent manner: “By the way, I had a very interesting caller to- day.” “Ah! who was that” “ Armande Chevrial.” “Indeed! Has she returned from Dieppe?” “Yes,” said Madame de Targy, watching him narrowly out of the corner of her eye. “She re- turned yesterday, and she passed the afternoon with me to-day. And in the course of our conver- sation she told me that here was a seat on the Bourse for sale.” Eomichooks: co