A Parisian Romance — page 28: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 19 embarrassment. He stood twirling his hat, and not knowing exactly what to do next. “Won’t you sit down?” she asked, resuming her seat and raising the book from where it had fallen. De Targy drew up a chair and accepted the invitation, resting his arm upon an old sun-dial, which, overgrown with ivy, worm eaten and weather stained, looked as if it had been there from time immemorial. “How pretty this garden is!” he remarked, a trifle awkwardly. “Is it not?” she replied, brightly. “I love it. I have passed so many happy hours here. I have always been so grateful to the English lady who told Aunt Reine about this charming place. I feel so completely isolated from the world and all its troubles.” “Ts madam visible, by the way?” “No, she is suffering to-day from one of her bad headaches. Perhaps, I should ask you into the house, but it is so much pleasanter here that I have not the heart to do so.” “Did you miss me yesterday?” asked De Targy, somewhat inconsequentially. “A little. Why did you not come?” “T was afraid I had been coming here too often.” “That is unkind. You could not do that.” “Really ?” “Really.” De Targy’s heart bounded. Did she mean it? CONAN OOOKS EC) Al