A Parisian Romance — page 52: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 43 elder, the family had returned to Paris, and the young wife was to assume the piace in society to which her husband’s wealth and position entitled her. Rumors of her exceeding beauty had reached the metropolis, in spite of her seclusion at Sainte Roche, and it was whispered that Juliani, the famous tenor of the Italians, had declared her voice to be phe- nomenal. All this was sufficient to cause consider- able curiosity to see her, and there were very few regrets to the invitations for the ball. In one of the antechambers leading from the erand salon were gathered together two or three of the jeunesse doree of the gay capital, irreproachably attired from the tips of their patent-leather shoes to the crown of their carefully brushed heads. One, a young fellow of not more than two-and-twenty, but with the dlase look, real or affected, of a man of fifty who had completely exhausted life, reclined with half-closed eyes in a low arm-chair, while his companions applauded with cries of “Brava! Brava!” aduo, which had just been sung in the next room, by the mistress of the house and her teacher, Signor Juliani. “That was really admirable,” said one, as the ap- plause died away. “Very good, quite remarkable. The little woman has much talent, has she not, Tirandel?” The one addressed as Tirandel opened his eyes, stared for a moment at the speaker, and then, as if = (Sopanicel novo KS,e)