A Parisian Romance — page 59: what you’re looking at

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50 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. interrupted the baron. “Is that what you were going to say?” Vaumartin hesitated a moment. “Well, yes,” he said, boldly, determined not to abate an inch of his position; “certainly, at the Theater-Francais.” Even Tirandel laughed at this. _ “Well,” said the baron, “whether she has a voice for the stage or a voice for the parlor, the little woman is devilish pretty. She has a figure which would tempt an anchorite.” And, adjusting his monocle, with a hand which a close observer would have perceived was just the least little bit tremulous, the baron cast upon the lady under discussion, who was standing just be- yond the arched door-way, such a look as a Satyr might have bent upon a nymph he had discovered bathing in some woodland stream. “Really, it is incredible,” he murmured, “how she appeals to my imagination.” At this moment, the young mistress of the house turned, and, accompanied by half a dozen of her guests, among whom were her aunt, Madame Char- teris, and our old friend, Doctor Chesnel, entered the room. Very lovely was Marcelle in a Worth gown of silver tissue and a white satin train embroidered with golden lilies. Upon her arm and neck, as polished as marble, gleamed diamonds and sap- phires, and above the rippling masses of her bronze- Gomichooks. co