A Parisian Romance — page 54: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 45 are missing. The rooms are full of pretty women, I assure you.” “ All the same to me.” “Hear him, Vaumartin,” laughed Laubanere, turning to a third young man, who had approached to listen to the colloquy. “Did you ever see such a fellow ?” Vaumartin was evidently not a man to have much sympathy with Tirandel’s lackadaisical airs, if airs they were. He was one of these men, by no means infrequent in society, who have sprung from no one knows where and who by push and wire-pulling have managed to obtain a foothold and keep it. “What is the matter with you, Tirandel?” he asked, in a voice as rasping as a saw. “ Blase! Worn out!” murmured Tirandel, softly. “The devil! Don’t you do anything for it?” “Trying water cure.” “Has it done you any good?” Tirandel shrugged his shoulders, or rather made a weak movement which was meant to be a shrug. “Not much, evidently,” said Vaumartin. “Think I’m a little better.” Both his companions roared. Great heaven!” exclaimed Laubanere. “ What must you have been before you tried it!” “How are you, Laubanere?” said a voice from the door-way. “Good-evening, Monsieur Vau- martin,” GEomichbookstGo im