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48 A PARISIAN ROMANCE © evening, he showed some signs of intelligence. An expression of disgust at the baron’s implication swept over his handsome face, and he said in a way which showed that beneath all his laziness and indifference, there lurked the instincts of a gentle- man. “Madame de Targy bears a spotless reputation. Juliani has been giving her lessons.” “Oh!” retorted Chevrial, with a half-sneer. “Be- hold our friend, Tirandel, in a new character, that of knignot-errant. Well, all I can say is, that I envy Monsieur Juliani.” “JT must tell you, my dear baron,” interrupted Laubanere, quickly, “that Madame Chevrial ac- companied them charmingly.” “My wife?” remarked Chevrial, indifferently. “That does not astonish me; she is a very fine pianist, my wife. She possesses all accomplish- ments. But, tell me,” with more animation, “has Madame de Targy any talent? I have never heard her.” “Yes, much talent.” “Of the first order, my dear baron, of the first order!” declared Vaumartin. “A superb voice! That young woman has a hundred thousand francs in her throat.” This opinion was announced in the tone of a priest of Apollo, delivering an oracle, which there is no gainsaying. Monsieur Vaumartin believed that if you only speak loudly and authoritatively enough, GEomichooks. co |