A Parisian Romance — page 53: what you’re looking at

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44 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. the effort to speak was really too much for him, made a feeble motion of the head in token of assent. “Tirandel!” indignantly ejaculated his friend, whose name was Laubanere, and who was a suc- cessful young broker on the Bourse. “How can you be so apathetic when such music is going on? Have you no soul?” “Soul2”. drawled Tirandel, without moving a muscle or in the slightest degree altering his com- fortable position. “Don’t know. Have a body.” Laubanere laughed. “Well, at all events, your body is ina very bad attitude for a ball, you know.” “Tired!” And the tone of his voice was in ac- cordance with his words. “But, tell me,” said Laubanere, approaching and leaning over the back of his chair, “how happens it that you once more shed the light of your counte- nance upon society ?” “Must go somewhere.” “You have the club.” “Bores me. Stopped smoking.” “Poor fellow! But I say,. Tirandel!” Tirandel moved slightly, and then said with as much impatience as his laziness, real or assumed, would allow him to exhibit: “Don’t yell! Nerves.” “But, my dear fellow, you don’t know what you Eomichbooks. co =}