A Parisian Romance — page 56: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. 47 expanse of his shirt-front, Beau Brummel or the Count d’ Orsay, had those worthies lived in these days, would have envied. “How are you, dear boy?” said the baron, ad- dressing young Tirandel, with a familiar pat on the shoulder, as if the young man had been one of his own contemporaries. “You are late, baron,” observed Laubanere, defer- entially. Baron Chevrial was one of the kings of the Bourse, and it behooved the young broker to court his favor. | “Yes, yes. I was detained at the opera; behind the scenes, dien entendu,” with a sly wink and an unctious chuckle. “But what has been going on here? Whom were they applauding, as I came up the stairs?” “The mistress of the house, Madame de Targy,” replied Laubanere, “who has been singing with - Juliani.” | “With Juliani, the tenor?” “Yes.” “Ah!” was the baron’s answer, but there was a world of disagreeable innuendo in the long drawn out monosyllable. Laubanere and Vaumartin laughed as in duty bound. The old relations of patron and client still exist in these modern days, though perhaps less openly than in antiquity. As for Tirandel, for the first time during the GEomichooksiGo