A Parisian Romance — page 67: what you’re looking at

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08 A PARISIAN ROMANCE, “How absurd of us!’ Come back with me at once to our guests.” De Targy was not the only one to whom the ball was not a source of unmitigated delight. Baron Chevrial, though for vastly different reasons, was bored and disgusted. His waltz with Marcelle had not been so pleasant as he had imagined it would be. The fair mistress of the house either did not or would not understand the honeyed speeches he poured into her ear, and, as he had come to the ball for the express purpose of winning her good graces, he felt himself a highly abused man and was in- clined to rail at fate. After the dinner, he returned to the anteroom, where he found Vaumartin, who had managed to escape from the clutches of hungry Madame Char- teris, and Tirandel, who had resumed his lazy atti- tude in the most comfortable arm-chair. “What!” exclaimed Vaumartin. “Is your waltz already over?” | | The baron was somewhat out of temper, and thoroughly out of breath. “Yes,” he said, breathing heavily. “I only made two turns of the room. The weather is so damp to- day, that I have no strength in my legs. Confound that little woman! It is astonishing how she ap- peals to my imagination.” Vaumartin smiled. “All women appeal to your imagination, Chev- rial,” Eomicbooks.Gco