A Parisian Romance — page 44: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE, 30 his mother would naturally feel badly at the thought of being no longer first in her boy’s heart, but he knew that she loved him too dearly to throw any obstacle in the way of his happiness; then, with the blind confidence vf all lovers since the world began, who are never able to see any spot upon the shining brightness of their idol, he felt that Mar- celle’s perfection would soon win his mother and reconcile her to the proposed change. What his father’s opinions might be troubled him still less. As long as Monsieur de Targy was not annoyed | with any of the details, he would probably, if past experience was any criterion, do the proper thing in regard to money matters, and interest himself no further in the whole affair, thankful that his son’s future had been arranged with so little trouble to himself. There had never existed any sympathy between the father and son, and there was not likely to be any now in this important crisis of the young man’s life. So it was with roseate dreams of an unclouded future, and with a heart overflowing with the joy of his new-found happiness that Henri turned into the avenue which led to his father’s house, a large, square, old-fashioned mansion with white walls and green blinds, the apotheosis of well-to-do bour- geoisie. As he ran up the stone steps and before he could ring, the massive door was thrown open bya re- spectable-looking man, in a sober livery, whose Eomicbooks (<(©) ALL)